Mostly, I'm an optimist, but my bad news still persists. I'm going on about my problems. What's wrong with our world today? It may sound funny, but I give you all my money and keep on going without a doubt. We had good times playing and saying "Life is good. It could be better, but don't you dare give out." I never thought I would make it this far by stumbling between every nightclub and bar. Every itme I seem to catch my big break the man calls me up and says, "There's been a mistake." Who can I count on? What can I count on? Where should I turn to? Why should I be with you? From day to day I could get so depressed. I've never been someone to be oppressed. In my life when shit hits the fan I simply sit back and follow this plan.
