The Down & Outers

It's a big bad, mean cruel world

You can't expect much good fire

And he's got debts to pay

And she's got mouths to feed

And we got mamas and papas

Weary of all the ruckus

And she's got a boy to please

And he's got to settle the score

And they keep looking at me like,

"Why should you kick the bucket?"

When amidst these troubles

An among these worries

They still get the weekend release

Cause amidst all the smoke

Among bottles empty

They get their kicks laughing at me

It's all fun and games until the canopy falls

And you have doppelganger dreams, and demons at your door

And she's got poison juice

And he's got drug abuse

And we got mamas and papas

Tired of all the paper

And his mama just split

And her daddy just went stiff

And me, I'm just disintegrating

In the vapor

See I try to keep it light

Never said I was right

You'll never know my tragedy

But if we ever meet again

And you're the one that's spiralin'

Will you ask to hold my hand