Do you mean this horny creep set upon weary feet    Who looks in need of sleep that doesn't come       This twisted tortured mess, this bed of sinfulness    Who's longing for some rest and feeling numb       What do you expect of me, what is it you want?    Whatever you've planned for me, I'm not the one       A vicious appetite visits me each night    And won't be satisfied, won't be denied       An unbearable pain, a beating in my brain    That leaves the mark of Cain right here inside       What am I supposed to do when everything that I've done    Is leading me to conclude I'm not the one       Whatever I've done    I've been staring down the barrel of a gun    Whatever I've done    I've been staring down the barrel of a gun    Whatever I've done, whatever, whatever       Is there something you need from me?    Are you having your fun?    I never agreed to be your holy one       Whatever I've done    I've been staring down the barrel of a gun    Whatever I've done, whatever, whatever    I've been staring down the barrel of a gun    Whatever I've done, whatever, whatever    I've been staring down the barrel of a gun