Lyrics

In an Irish bar in an English place
By a Chinese basement where I stuffed my face
I lost all faith in the human race I want out
On the road it's rolling fine
But you've got other things in mind
You can't win all the fuckin time no doubt
What did I do to deserve this bad luck?
Just cos all I do is fuck things up
It's not good enough
There's no sunlight underground
And sometimes we can hear the sound
Of those lucky fuckers walking round above
Make ends meet at any cost
Always answer to your boss
It's yourself you've really lost in love
How do I chew down all this bad luck?
I hope you never have to choke it up
It's not good enough
It's not good enough
It's not good enough
It's not good enough
It's not good enough
It's not good enough
It's not good enough
How do I get me through this bad luck?
I know there's always someone's got it twice as rough
And that's good enough, yeah
I wish that I could write all day
I wish I worked for better pay
I wish I always had my way
I wish I had more things to say
Written by: Emmet McAteer
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