[Verse] [Female Punk Vocalist]
Woke up this morning, feeling kinda rough
Gotta hit the bathroom, but it's not enough
You were in there before me, what did you do?
This ain't my idea of aimin' true!

[Pre-Chorus] [Fast-paced drums]
Every single time, it's the same old mess
I try to be patient, but I must confess
It's a biological function, a bodily need
But when you miss the mark, it's a sloppy deed!

[Chorus] [Distorted Guitars]
You ain't aimin' proper, can't you see the stain?
This toilet bowl's a target, driving me insane!
Just lift the seat, son, and concentrate your flow
Or find another place to let your business go!

[Verse] [Slightly slower tempo]
I've tried leaving notes, I've tried dropping hints
But your bathroom etiquette is in constant sprints
Away from any semblance of neatness and grace
Leaving little puddles all over the place!

[Pre-Chorus] [Fast-paced drums]
I scrub and I spray, I bleach and I wipe
But this recurring issue is the ultimate gripe
It's not a difficult skill, it's not rocket science, man
Just focus your attention, stick to the plan!

[Chorus] [Distorted Guitars]
You ain't aimin' proper, can't you see the stain?
This toilet bowl's a target, driving me insane!
Just lift the seat, son, and concentrate your flow
Or find another place to let your business go!

[Bridge] [Vocal breakdown, spoken word]
Seriously, it's not that hard. It's a hole. Aim for the hole. Is this what you call aiming? This is like a drunken sailor missing the ocean. Get it together!

[Guitar Solo] [Fast and chaotic]

[Chorus] [Full energy, shouting]
YOU AIN'T AIMIN' PROPER, CAN'T YOU SEE THE STAIN?
THIS TOILET BOWL'S A TARGET, DRIVING ME INSANE!
JUST LIFT THE SEAT, SON, AND CONCENTRATE YOUR FLOW
OR FIND ANOTHER PLACE TO LET YOUR BUSINESS GO!

[Outro] [Abrupt stop]
Aim proper, or we're done! [Single cymbal crash]