Sad Story (Out Of Luck)
Sad story, might find it boring
Lost his Mum to a drug named heroin
Father's gone, so Grandma's left with everything
Two grandkids and a daughter's coffin
I never really knew him when he was growing up
But I assumed that it was a little fucked
No parents for him to look up too
Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
Shit, I used to think he was a dick
Tried too hard to fit
And never grew out of it
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Never left his home town
That's what probably did it
Never saw the other worlds
That he didn't want to go and get it
Occupied by fitting in where minds
A small west, small things
Make the small things feel so tall
Will he ever change?
Well apparently
He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
It wouldn't help his case
Oh, I couldn't ever say
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
But wait my life's out, a night out
Brothers in town, some doubt
A few fights, now kicked out clubs, shit the suns up
One looks all it took for his girl to cuss at another
Dudes being dudes
They blow at the chest to impress these breasts
That'd just started this mess
They must protect the damsel in distress
So other girls man decides to clench his fists
And then he threw and missed
Brothers hit, as did his
Dropped him quick, then one kick to the head
Oh shit other man is dead
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
And now he's locked away
21 years of age
How many lives will go to waste?
As far as graves
Until I see some fucking change
Oh, and I don't even know how
We can change it too
I want another life
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Triste Story (Fuera de Suerte)
Triste historia, podría encontrarlo aburrido
Perdió a su madre por un medicamento llamado heroína
Papá se ha ido, así que la abuela se ha ido con todo
Dos nietos y ataúd de una hija
Nunca lo conocí cuando era pequeño
Pero asumí que era un poco jodida
No hay padres para que él también lo mire
Sólo un hermano al que yo sabía que era un tonto
Solía pensar que era un capullo
Se esforzó demasiado para encajar
Y nunca creció fuera de ella
Ahora no habla demasiado, habla demasiado
Probablemente se haya rendido, renunciado
Creo que ya ha tenido suficiente, ha tenido suficiente
Porque se quedó sin suerte, sin suerte
Ahora no habla demasiado, habla demasiado
Probablemente se haya rendido, renunciado
Creo que ya ha tenido suficiente, ha tenido suficiente
Porque se quedó sin suerte, sin suerte
Nunca salió de su ciudad natal
Eso es lo que probablemente lo hizo
Nunca vi los otros mundos
Que no quería ir a buscarlo
Ocupado por encajar en donde las mentes
Un pequeño oeste, pequeñas cosas
Haz que las cosas pequeñas se sientan tan altas
¿Cambiará alguna vez?
Bueno, aparentemente
Se volvió a aplicar para la universidad y estaba esperando sus notas
No ayudaría a su caso
Oh, nunca podría decir
Ahora no habla demasiado, habla demasiado
Probablemente se haya rendido, renunciado
Creo que ya ha tenido suficiente, ha tenido suficiente
Porque se quedó sin suerte, sin suerte
Ahora no habla demasiado, habla demasiado
Probablemente se haya rendido, renunciado
Creo que ya ha tenido suficiente, ha tenido suficiente
Porque se quedó sin suerte, sin suerte
Pero espera que mi vida se termine, una noche de salida
Hermanos en la ciudad, algunos dudan
Algunas peleas, ahora echaron palos, cagaron el sol
Uno mira todo lo que le tomó a su chica para maldecir a otro
Los tíos son tíos
Soplan en el pecho para impresionar a estos pechos
Eso acababa de empezar este lío
Deben proteger a la damisela en peligro
Así que otras chicas hombre decide apretar los puños
Y luego tiró y falló
Hermanos golpearon, al igual que su
Lo dejó rápido, luego una patada en la cabeza
Oh, mierdas que otro hombre está muerto
Ahora no habla demasiado, habla demasiado
Probablemente se haya rendido, renunciado
Creo que ya ha tenido suficiente, ha tenido suficiente
Porque se quedó sin suerte, sin suerte
Ahora no habla demasiado, habla demasiado
Probablemente se haya rendido, renunciado
Creo que ya ha tenido suficiente, ha tenido suficiente
Porque se quedó sin suerte, sin suerte
Y ahora está encerrado
21 años de edad
¿Cuántas vidas se desperdiciarán?
En cuanto a las tumbas
Hasta que vea algo de cambio
Oh, y ni siquiera sé cómo
Podemos cambiarlo también
Quiero otra vida
Ahora no habla demasiado, habla demasiado
Probablemente se haya rendido, renunciado
Creo que ya ha tenido suficiente, ha tenido suficiente
Porque se quedó sin suerte, sin suerte
Ahora no habla demasiado, habla demasiado
Probablemente se haya rendido, renunciado
Creo que ya ha tenido suficiente, ha tenido suficiente
Porque se quedó sin suerte, sin suerte
Ahora no habla demasiado, habla demasiado
Probablemente se haya rendido, renunciado
Creo que ya ha tenido suficiente, ha tenido suficiente
Porque se quedó sin suerte, sin suerte