It’s been awhile since I’ve done this, so here it goes…
some lyrics from The Mr. T Experience:
Fucked Up On Life
I don’t have many friends;
just some pretty loose and dead ends.
Even one can be a bit much for me.
And they call me but I never end up calling them back.
They lose patience as I lose track.
I don’t care anymore
if I ever did before.
But I’m not really paying attention.
People say what reflects well on them.
And everyone’s lying like rugs.
And everyone thinks I’m on drugs.
But I’m just fucked up on life.
‘Cause it doesn’t add up
and I never know what should be done.
I know I’m far from the only one.
I stay out of the fray.
I figure I do less damage that way.
I’m outstanding in my field
and all I ever want to do is just get plowed.
I always feel outnumbered in a crowd.
And if the truth be known
I feel outnumbered when I’m all alone.
if you’re wondering why there’s no affect
when I speak, when you look in my eyes.
I couldn’t begin to explain
I’m almost perfectly sane.
But I’m just fucked up on life.
I’m just fucked up, fucked up on life.
Dum dum day.
I never know what I should do or say.
When words fail me
I react reciprocally.
I’m just fucked up on life.
I’m just fucked up, fucked up on life.
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