Every time I’m on the up
Some bastard drags me down
Handing me a broken cup
In which myself I drown
What’s the use of going on
When all this crap prevails?
Life is nothing but a con
A round of shit with sails
But I know I’ll never quit
Or leave my friends in sorrow
With their help I’ll deal with it
And still be here tomorrow
When you've finished...
