S.O.L.

Shit out of luck with a great big smile

Trying to keep appearances up

Hit and a run in a fast paced motion

Need to keep my feet on the ground

But there's something in my stomach that troubles me

Consider myself lucky if I died catching Z's

Well there's a whole other world

Heavenly world awaits me

Useful as a dividend, when I dream I see my vivid end

Behind my eyes, it's course as sand

Pretty sure my father had a playing hand