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
Histoire Triste (Pas de Chance)
Histoire triste, ça doit être chiant
A perdu sa mère à cause d'une drogue nommée héroïne
Son père est parti, donc c'est Mamie qui s'occupe de tout
Deux petits-enfants et un cercueil de fille
Je ne l'ai jamais vraiment connu quand il grandissait
Mais je pensais que c'était un peu foutu
Pas de parents vers qui se tourner
Juste un frère que je savais être un vrai connard
Putain, je pensais qu'il était un abruti
Il essayait trop de s'intégrer
Et il n'a jamais grandi là-dessus
Maintenant il ne parle plus trop, ne parle plus trop
Il a probablement abandonné, abandonné
Je pense qu'il en a eu assez, eu assez
Parce qu'il a manqué de chance, de chance
Maintenant il ne parle plus trop, ne parle plus trop
Il a probablement abandonné, abandonné
Je pense qu'il en a eu assez, eu assez
Parce qu'il a manqué de chance, de chance
Jamais quitté sa ville natale
C'est probablement ça qui l'a fait tomber
Jamais vu d'autres mondes
Qu'il ne voulait pas aller chercher
Occupé à s'intégrer là où les esprits
Un petit ouest, des petites choses
Font que les petites choses semblent si grandes
Va-t-il un jour changer ?
Eh bien apparemment
Il a postulé à la fac et attendait ses notes
Ça n'aiderait pas son cas
Oh, je ne pourrais jamais dire
Maintenant il ne parle plus trop, ne parle plus trop
Il a probablement abandonné, abandonné
Je pense qu'il en a eu assez, eu assez
Parce qu'il a manqué de chance, de chance
Maintenant il ne parle plus trop, ne parle plus trop
Il a probablement abandonné, abandonné
Je pense qu'il en a eu assez, eu assez
Parce qu'il a manqué de chance, de chance
Mais attends ma vie est foutue, une nuit dehors
Les frères sont en ville, un peu de doute
Quelques bagarres, maintenant expulsés des clubs, putain le soleil se lève
Un regard a suffi pour que sa copine engueule un autre
Les mecs sont des mecs
Ils se pavanent pour impressionner ces poitrines
Qui ont juste commencé ce bordel
Ils doivent protéger la demoiselle en détresse
Alors le mec d'une autre fille décide de serrer les poings
Et puis il a lancé et raté
Les frères ont frappé, tout comme lui
Il l'a fait tomber vite, puis un coup de pied à la tête
Oh putain, l'autre mec est mort
Maintenant il ne parle plus trop, ne parle plus trop
Il a probablement abandonné, abandonné
Je pense qu'il en a eu assez, eu assez
Parce qu'il a manqué de chance, de chance
Maintenant il ne parle plus trop, ne parle plus trop
Il a probablement abandonné, abandonné
Je pense qu'il en a eu assez, eu assez
Parce qu'il a manqué de chance, de chance
Et maintenant il est enfermé
À 21 ans
Combien de vies vont se perdre ?
En ce qui concerne les tombes
Jusqu'à ce que je voie un putain de changement
Oh, et je ne sais même pas comment
On peut aussi le changer
Je veux une autre vie
Maintenant il ne parle plus trop, ne parle plus trop
Il a probablement abandonné, abandonné
Je pense qu'il en a eu assez, eu assez
Parce qu'il a manqué de chance, de chance
Maintenant il ne parle plus trop, ne parle plus trop
Il a probablement abandonné, abandonné
Je pense qu'il en a eu assez, eu assez
Parce qu'il a manqué de chance, de chance
Maintenant il ne parle plus trop, ne parle plus trop
Il a probablement abandonné, abandonné
Je pense qu'il en a eu assez, eu assez
Parce qu'il a manqué de chance, de chance