The verse is supposed to get you hard so the chorus can suck you off.

To be an artist was to have failure as your constant bedfellow.

...there was a natural comorbidity between sexual appetite and sexual jealousy, between the desire to fuck and the desire to kill.

We're all prostitutes if you think about it. The whole capitalist system is built on meretriciousness. You sell your body or you sell your mind, and the Cartesian mind/body thing is a fallacy anyway, your mind is just your brain, so it amounts to the same thing really.

A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.

There's a friendly tie of some sort between music and eating.