Mostly, I'm an optimist, but my bad news still persists. I'm going on about my problems. What's
wrong with our world today? It may sound funny, but I give you all my money and keep on going
without a doubt. We had good times playing and saying "Life is good. It could be better, but
don't you dare give out. " I never thought I would make it this far by stumbling between every
nightclub and bar. Every itme I seem to catch my big break the man calls me up and says,
"There's been a mistake. " Who can I count on? What can I count on? Where should I turn
to? Why should I be with you? From day to day I could get so depressed. I've never been someone to
be oppressed. In my life when s***t hits the fan I simply sit back and follow this plan.