The bailiffs came, and took everything
My girl friend breaks up
Oh no
I’m starving,
The bills pile up
No money
My bank fired me
Oh shit
I got a mother fucking headache
No more pills
Hey got weed, Please?
Beg you, please
Outside the weather sucks
I’m felling like a fucking black cat,
No matter
Tomorrow will be fine
And it goes on
I’m trying to call my friends for a hand
But my phone line’s cut
Oh fuck
I should write a song with that story
Damn it my guitar strings broke
And I'm broke
I’m felling like a fucking black cat,
No matter
Tomorrow will be fine
What happened to me?
What a fucking bad luck
What happened to me?
I didn't deserve it
What happened to me?
Please let me forget it
What happened to me?
I’m fed with that shit
Fed up with that shit,
That fucking shit
Can’t stand that shit
It makes me sick
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