How lucky can one guy be
While the other one always picks the short straw
And gets cut off from all the beauty to see?
Tell me quick, ain’t that a kick in the jaw?
I’ve searched for a path to become a believer,
And when I’ve tried the ways of the old
I’ve almost drowned inside the moon river
Since I can’t get into a story long told.
I can’t be blind to imperfection,
Malice doesn’t bring a positive reaction,
There’s no way any good can be drawn from the things around me.
All I can think of is objection,
I can’t get no satisfaction,
I feel that masochism is the only source of pleasure to be.
Into each life some rain must fall
But I’ve got skies crackling with lightning,
Within a gunfight for the leading role
It doesn’t really matter how positive I think.
Hope may die last but it’s not of any help
When it’s lying on a deathbed with nothing to say,
In this public and legally approved hell
I laughed like mad the night I called it a day.
On the edge of a loaded gun
My desire to torture the weak
Is ciphered hard by my moral code.
I can help myself, so to speak,
I imply that this self-harm will be fun,
But I pray that it won’t be forever so.
I can’t be blind to imperfection,
Malice doesn’t bring a positive reaction,
There’s no way any good can be drawn from the things around me.
All I can think of is objection,
Trying to get my satisfaction
I found that masochism is the only source of pleasure to be.