Look On The Blight Side - Louis Logic

You will run out of time.

You will be cut short

Before you’ve really found your prime.

You still need much more

Down the line you’re only building up toward

The dust storm, chillin' at your window cill and front door

You could get outta bed, but what for?

Sittin' on the couch instead scratching your nuts raw?

You’re runnin' outta meds for your lovelorn heart

But they won’t accept your card at the drugstore

And what’s more, the pills don’t help

And of course they won’t prescribe enough to kill oneself

You found the one store in NY whose pharmacist is runnin' an honest biz

Except he gives you bills from hell

And somehow you’re still compelled to press on

You think that even bad luck runs out, well you’re dead wrong

You havin' fun now?

Just wait till global warming makes us vampires

Who can’t come out the house till after sundown

Don’t get up, it’s just your life

Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size

Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

I came across a thumbtack when I stepped on it

Jumped back and put my foot flat in cat excrement

Well isn’t that excellent?

I think I’ll have a scribble at my will and last testament

I’m not a pessimist, I bad luck a lot

I’m a rapper, and my dad was a cop

I got a lousy career, so I doused it in beer to drown it

I bet you that does the job

How do you steer a ship you know’s gonna sink?

You don’t.

You let it slip right over the brink

Let’s pretend the world is still flat, go for a drink

Spill glass after glass and let the boat skip the rink

If it stinks, yep, that bird did hit you

And it’s not good luck, holmes, that shirt did fit you

Not to burst your tissue, but your therapist’ll never fix your first big issue

Don’t get up, it’s just your life

Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size

Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

Don’t get up, it’s just your life

Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size

Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

The world is filthy.

Your girlfriend will cheat

It kills me that you pay so much for stuff the sky spills free

Brrr, it’s chilly for an ugly guy on trial

When you’ve got the kinda smile that the judge’ll find guilty

Hmm… another fine?

Bill me

The check is in route, but I expect it to bounce

If those creditors that never give up get in this house

It won’t be for my checking account.

I bet they try and kill me

You find it silly, well I find it inconvenient

That the very guy who built me’s sense of timing isn’t lenient

Why’d the devil bother hiring the demons?

Stop the fire!

The cost has gotten higher with each season

God’s a writer, and I’m a character employed to be hurt

It’s not required, but he’s actually enjoying the work

Spoiler alert… the story’s gonna end with him burying the boy in the dirt

Don’t get up, it’s just your life

Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size

Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

Don’t get up, it’s just your life

Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size

Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

Plan for the worst and hope you’re less surprised

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies

Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies