Look On The Blight Side

歌詞

You will run out of time. You will be cut short Before you've really found your prime. You still need much more Down the line you're only building up toward The dust storm, chillin' at your window cill and front door You could get outta bed, but what for? Sittin' on the couch instead scratching your nuts raw? You're runnin' outta meds for your lovelorn heart But they won't accept your card at the drugstore And what's more, the pills don't help And of course they won't prescribe enough to kill oneself You found the one store in NY whose pharmacist is runnin' an honest biz Except he gives you bills from hell And somehow you're still compelled to press on You think that even bad luck runs out, well you're dead wrong You havin' fun now? Just wait till global warming makes us vampires Who can't come out the house till after sundown Don't get up, it's just your life Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies I came across a thumbtack when I stepped on it Jumped back and put my foot flat in cat excrement Well isn't that excellent? I think I'll have a scribble at my will and last testament I'm not a pessimist, I bad luck a lot I'm a rapper, and my dad was a cop I got a lousy career, so I doused it in beer to drown it I bet you that does the job How do you steer a ship you know's gonna sink? You don't. You let it slip right over the brink Let's pretend the world is still flat, go for a drink Spill glass after glass and let the boat skip the rink If it stinks, yep, that bird did hit you And it's not good luck, holmes, that shirt did fit you Not to burst your tissue, but your therapist'll never fix your first big issue Don't get up, it's just your life Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies Don't get up, it's just your life Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies The world is filthy. Your girlfriend will cheat It kills me that you pay so much for stuff the sky spills free Brrr, it's chilly for an ugly guy on trial When you've got the kinda smile that the judge'll find guilty Hmm... another fine? Bill me The check is in route, but I expect it to bounce If those creditors that never give up get in this house It won't be for my checking account. I bet they try and kill me You find it silly, well I find it inconvenient That the very guy who built me's sense of timing isn't lenient Why'd the devil bother hiring the demons? Stop the fire! The cost has gotten higher with each season God's a writer, and I'm a character employed to be hurt It's not required, but he's actually enjoying the work Spoiler alert... the story's gonna end with him burying the boy in the dirt Don't get up, it's just your life Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies Don't get up, it's just your life Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies