You say the boos is on your back - they put you on the wrong track
Well, you're shit out of luck
You say they just gave up your job to some underqualified slob
You're shit out of luck
Out of luck, into the void
Into the ranks of the unemployed
Pity the poor man
Out of luck, it's hard to believe
You could have been so deceived
You're such a poor man
When they can't remember your name - and there's nobody left to blame
You're shit out of luck
You say you've got a bona fide complaint
You've got the patience of a saint
Still, you're shit out of luck
Out of luck, out of time
You can't tell the rhythm from the rhyme
Pity the poor man
Out of luck, it's hard to believe
You could have been so deceived
You're such a poor man
There seems to be a long list of what you describe here as personal
problems
Would you care to elaborate?
WHEN THE BLOOD RUNS OUT OF YOUR VEINS
AND THE RATS PICK AT YOUR BRAIN
THEN YOU'RE SHIT OUT OF LUCK
I CAN'T EVEN TURN OFF THE SWITCH
WITHOUT SOME SON-OF-A-BITCH SAYING
"I'm sorry, you're shit out of luck"
Out of luck, out of time
You can't tell the sleeze from the slime
Pity the poor man
Out of luck, it's hard to believe
You could have been so deceived
You're such a poor man