Ain't that a shame when they took your name
Then they start to play the old blame game
Mouths of misfortune stalks your move
If you're unwise better pull your groove
Days on the horizon keeps getting rough
A jest at your behest but not one laugh
A broken soul with a worried mind
Refusing to be part of the weak kind
Gallows humor is the path to choose
If you're expecting all hell to broke loose
Been walking hundred miles on a bad road
Blood's a-boiling and ready to corrode...