When you just can’t win
I’m up this morning and I’m ready to win
It started out wrong I’m down two friends.
Keeping my smile I’m heading for laughter
damn! why do the wife just keep getting fatter.
Early to work and I’m looking for promotion
I’m the first to be laid off, hell that’s demotion.
See my new girlfriend, let the good loving begin
Damn to hell for my sin she was my next of kin.
I picked the winning lotto numbers just in time
It went to the ex, and the baby mama’s of mine.
So I stop by my bar now drunk with reflection
I woke the next morning in a jail cell in reception.
Bondman’s bail from jail, call him the Meat Grinder
So why Do that not sound like happy ever after.
Made it back home but there was a note on the door
Your rent long pass due it’s not your place any more.
Now I’m mad as hell you'll feel the back of my hand
Oh shit! the meat grinders loose! I’ll see you when I can.