Lyrics

Life?s Not Fair

You?re an hour late for your interview
And the cop clocked you doing 92
So you reach in you pocket and pull out a comb
?Cause the license that you're looking for is sitting at home

It?s a cruel lesson, it?s a bitter pill
Some people learn it early, some never will
Mister Murphy rote the rule book so you best beware
Rule number 1 : Life?s not fair

I was the golden child, I was the number 1 son
Till number 2 arrived and abducted my fun
Could you take him back, Dad, he?s cramping my style
I?ve had enough of little brother, it was fun for a while

Dad said:
It?s a cruel lesson, it?s a bitter pill
Some people learn it early, some never will
It hurt?s me to tell you, boy, because I care
The party ended early, son. Life?s not fair

Is it fair God?s children ain't got no shoes
Is it fair somebody has to sing the blues
Is it fair Jerry Springer is on TV
Is it fair that the prize patrol hasn?t found me

You can dot your i?s, you can cross your heart
You can skip the cracks , you can play your part
But the constant I have found is true
If the whole world?s laughing, the joke?s on you

That?s right, It?s a cruel lesson, it?s a bitter pill
Some people learn it early, some never will
It?s a firm metatarsal to the derriere
But no matter how you say it , Life?s not fair