Nice trick if you can pull it off baby
Leave everybody impressed
Crawl out of your sack to remind us
You were Sunday born blessed
Black eyed and your confidence shattered
Unkept and undressed
Loose grip on the few things that matter
Good-bye to the rest
I guess it's gonna take some time
To change the image in their mind
Sometimes you just lose it, Sometimes you don't
You don't have to prove it, Tell them you won't
They're all standing in line to remind you,
You're a terrible flake
Hard to sweep up the trash left behind you
People caught in the wake
I heard the quote was endearingly helpless
That's one hell of an epitaph
You must admit it looks better in brick
Now your tongue tied and it hurts it laugh
I guess it's gonna take some bread
To change the picture in their heads
Sometimes we move into the mountains
Sometimes we move to trailor courts
I hear you kick and fuss and struggle
Relax, let nature run it's course
You throw a coin up in the air
Your betting everything you own
Folks around here aren't paid to care
I trust you'll make it on your own
Writer(s): Jerry Joseph
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