Since day one everything was fuckedHard times and cursed with bad luckNo sleep for a weekCan anyone give me a fucking break?Well I guess it couldn't get more fucked up than thisEvery day bad news, but it's nothing new to meAnd I tried so hard just to make shit rightBut I'm over the edge, over the edge now every fucking dayEvery day bad news, but it's nothing new to meAnd I tried so hard just to make it throughBut only you, you bring me down, so fuck youAnd I tried so hard just to make shit rightBut I'm over the edge, over the edge nowEvery fucking day, bad news, but it's nothing new to meEvery day bad news, but it's nothing new to meHere I am, I'm still breathing, but there's a gun in my handAnd I hope you can understandI got nothing left to loseI'm breathing, but there's a gun in your hand nowAnd I don't think you can understandI got nothing left to loseBut there's a gun in my handI got nothing left to lose
