Hard To Be A Loser
When I woke up this morning my bed was gone I was freezing like a dog and the ceiling was broke it rained through the window the floor was wet the first thing I saw was you had left with her and that you both are walking around calling beautiful music what I now call the blues
But okay go to hell and get out of my sight if people ask how I feel tell them I'm doing all right and if people ask why I cry I'm not at all sad I just invented a new form of ?laughter I practiced since last It is what you call beautiful music And which I call the blues
If you one day shall think ?that your beautiful world has fallen apart please look me up since it is me who's paid the party You see, a man is like a house there is always an open door and I don't give a shit if thousand women have lived there before Cause then it is my turn to call it beautiful music what you now call the blues