Lyrics

Too many things in the back of my mind have been leaking to the front
Some things you just shouldn’t think about if you wanna make it through the month
And the cable went out at 8 o’clock for the second time this week, wo-oh
Nothing ever seems to go right

The earthquake killed five hundred people in the mountains of Pakistan
They found three more bodies in the burned-out Econoline van
And I can’t believe it’s time to take the garbage out again, wo-oh
Nothing ever seems to go right

I don’t know what to do
Here’s to hoping that you do

The Christmas tree farm went up in flames and the house got burned down too
Even the plastic Santa Claus and the nativity scene are through
And I didn’t want any onions on my half of the pizza, wo-oh
Nothing ever seems to go right

The little boy lost his leg from a mine and his daddy’s dead in a ditch
His sister works at a sewing machine while she’s beaten with a switch
And I can’t get this goddamn lid off the jar of pickle spears, wo-oh
Nothing ever seems to go right

Too many things in the back of my mind have been leaking to the front
Some things you just shouldn’t think about if you wanna make it through the month
And I can’t this cursed lid off the jar of pickle spears, wo-oh
Nothing ever seems to go right