Why does the van Always break down on a Sunday 30 miles from the show? And the one night you leave the gear inside the car You awake to a broken rear window Well c'est la vie we shout into the void This desperate plea To whatever doles out all this shitty luck Won't you please just leave us be 'Cause it can't be difficult to see That we're exhausted, and our lives already suck Every time the phone rings, I'm just Terrified there's bad news on the other end They found something odd in the test results or we've Come to find out we're down another friend They say "expect the worst and hope for the best" Well I just hope that we can traverse this mess Without emerging jaded, joyless, sullen shells Of who we were before life took its toll We're the butt of the cruelest cosmic joke! Oh well, c'est la vie With another desperate plea To whatever doles out all this shitty luck Won't you please just leave us be Cause it can't be difficult to see That we're exhausted, and our lives already suck When every path leads to a dead end And it feels your life's out of your hands Can't catch a break, the stars just won't align With all the chips stacked against you and no sanctuary to run to After all that can has gone wrong what the hell is there left to do? You can pick your self up, dust your self off [?] and shit's bound to happen That's life and you've just got to roll with the punches So they tell me that this ain't over yet We've still got a fighting chance! Giving up's fucking boring So strap on your [?] and fuck Murphy's Law like: Hell no fuck this noise And no longer take life's shit with poise It's too exhausting just existing in this rut So we're flipping double sided coins Stacking decks and kicking groins 'Cause from here on out we're making our own luck!