Why do I do this Why do I do this to myself It happens all the time The same story, different chapter Reaching the breaking point of what I can stand It’s good, it’s great, it’s just fucking grand I didn’t sign up for this, this wasn’t my call If I didn’t have bad luck I wouldn’t have any luck at all Waiting in line when I am already late Talking to people that I generally hate Losing big at the tables, no better on the slots All this commotion leaving me in knots My point is moot if you can’t already see It just myself, and I and sometimes me I didn’t sign up for this, this wasn’t my call If I didn’t have bad luck I wouldn’t have any luck at all My life is in shambles Leave it to me to ramble In a song or two about getting saved and what not Unfortunately this is all I got I don’t give a shit anymore can’t you see But I am big and I am strong like the mighty oak tree I didn’t sign up for this, this wasn’t my call If I didn’t have bad luck I wouldn’t have any luck at all I will be alone again, it’s what I deserve Maybe deep down it’s what I desire Try to dig down deep and preserve What little dignity, what little fire So fuck you and fuck this None of you I will miss I didn’t sign up for this, this wasn’t my call If I didn’t have bad luck I wouldn’t have any luck at all
