I wake in the morning and I
Draw back the curtain
The Clouds are gray
and my fate is certain
I open the letter box
and down falls another bill
I wish the tax man could
Know how I feel.

I'm not unlucky I'm just misfortunate
I loose again

I don't go to work
because my job was taken back from me
My stupid boss got sick
of my inferiority
stacking shelves, packing bags,
teenage booze teenage fags

I'm not unlucky I'm just misfortunate
I loose again

I'm not unlucky I'm just misfortunate
I loose again