Look On The Blight Side

You will run out of time. You will be cut short
Before youve really found your prime. You still need much more
Down the line youre 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?
Youre runnin outta meds for your lovelorn heart
But they wont accept your card at the drugstore
And whats more, the pills dont help
And of course they wont 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 youre still compelled to press on
You think that even bad luck runs out, well youre dead wrong
You havin fun now? Just wait till global warming makes us vampires
Who cant come out the house till after sundown
Dont get up, its just your life
Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
Plan for the worst and hope youre 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 isnt that excellent?
I think Ill have a scribble at my will and last testament
Im not a pessimist, I bad luck a lot
Im 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 knows gonna sink?
You dont. You let it slip right over the brink
Lets 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 its not good luck, holmes, that shirt did fit you
Not to burst your tissue, but your therapistll never fix your first big issue
Dont get up, its just your life
Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
Plan for the worst and hope youre less surprised
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
Dont get up, its just your life
Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
Plan for the worst and hope youre 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, its chilly for an ugly guy on trial
When youve got the kinda smile that the judgell 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 wont 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 mes sense of timing isnt lenient
Whyd the devil bother hiring the demons?
Stop the fire! The cost has gotten higher with each season
Gods a writer, and Im a character employed to be hurt
Its not required, but hes actually enjoying the work
Spoiler alert… the storys gonna end with him burying the boy in the dirt
Dont get up, its just your life
Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
Plan for the worst and hope youre less surprised
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
Dont get up, its just your life
Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size
Plan for the worst and hope youre less surprised
Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies
Plan for the worst and hope youre 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