Put down the spoon in you're cavier As you sip you're champagne What a terrible day you say it's been But who are you to complain
Down the street lives a family man Putting on secondhand cloths He's going in early and coming home late A pain he feels nobody knows
And oh poor me you will say It gets harder and harder to live these days And oh poor me you will say But a lifetime of luck will never change
A woman strolls up to her run down home With a sign on the door She trys to read through the tears in her eyes But she's just not welcome anymore
And oh poor me you will say It gets harder and harder to live these days And oh poor me you will say But a lifetime of luck will never change A lifetime of luck will never change
A candle burns up in a window pane As they prey for her life They don't know if she'll ever come There mother, our soilder, his wife
And oh poor me you will say It gets harder and harder to live these days And oh poor me you will say But a lifetime of luck A lifetime of luck No a lifetime of luck Will never change.
Put down the spoon in your cavier Don't want to hear you complain.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
