The Final Dis Songtext

von Little John

Trying to cope with this
Making the losing miss
Trying to make a fist
Trying to deal with the final dis

He is better off alone
Without his fortune and his throne
From which without a warning
He was thrown

It was a game it was a blast
The world was coming at him fast
He swung for the bleaches
And it was smashed

Stannding on a common ground
Life had tossed them both around
Wiht the bond of being beaten
They were bound

The world is tangled in her hair
The truth is scrambled in the air
She tells him her conclusion
Life ain't fair

And he won't know if he can until he does
And he can't see the ending
And he cannot base the future on what was
'cause there's no use in pretending

Trying to deal with the final dis