[Verse 1:] Woke up with my boots still on, Last night’s sins, scattered over the lawn. The bottle’s empty but full of broken dreams, Cracked mirror laughing at my schemes. [Pre-Chorus:] No damn map, just broken goals, Wrong turns singing in my bones. [Chorus:] Shit happens, baby, raw and real, No damn heaven, no deal to seal. Raise your glass, burn the mess, One more scar, one regret less. Shit happens — and we roll on. Let me write another song. [Verse 2:] Landlord’s leaving messages for me Rent’s going up. God damn -just let me be. Life’s a crooked game of cards, Dealer’s laughing, I’m bleeding chips hard. Bar tab’s longer than my ex’s lies, She just got hitched — fuck her alibis. Sent a card: “Cheers, you fake-ass whore,” Signed it, “Karma’s coming through that door.” [Chorus [dirty roar]:] Shit happens, baby, paint it black, Life swings hard — I swing back. Spark that smoke, drain that glass, Flip the bird to all that’s past. Shit happens — and we roll on. Here's to another song. [Verse 3:] Car’s been totalled, some asshole crashed into me Left me standing, no wheels. How can I be free? Work’s hit the dry season, no coin to spare, Stress my passion? — fuck this nightmare. Cop who wrote up the crash? Damn, she was fine, Took my mind off my whiplash for a time. Rings on her finger, so I didn’t bother. Now I wonder about my insurance cover. [Bridge (full scream):] Here’s to the breakdowns, the fights, the rain, To shouting at the gods to numb the pain. Luck’s for the blessed — Am I the cursed? I bleed, I roar, please don’t get worse. [Outro (wailing fade):] Here’s to bad days, worse luck, too, To hot cops and the things I’ll never do. Busted cars, empty bars, midnight wrongs, Shit happens — and I scream my songs. Spin that record, pour one more round, Life hits low — but you can’t keep me down. Yeah, shit happens — and we roll on. Fuck it…I’ve written another song!
