I'm in this postwar uncertainty,
trying to defy gravity,
but Cupid's arrow still hits me,
in this postwar uncertainty,


I've been used, mistreated,
abused, and beated,
I've been screwed,
I've been loose,
but now i hang from your noose,


because I'm, in this postwar uncertainty,
still trying to defy gravity,
but Cupid's arrow still hits me,
in this postwar, this postwar,
this postwar uncertainty,


I've been f***ed, screwed up,
outta luck, yeah i know i suck,
but I'm just me,
and I'm stuck
in this postwar uncertainty,
trying, just trying to defy gravity,
but Cupid's arrow still hits me!
Because I'm stuck in this, postwar uncertainty