I have a moral question
Where is luck?
all people laugh about me
I'm so fucking done!

I often cry by nothing
people spit at my face
and always shit at my pants

t seems now it's diferent I want to yell
freedom is blowing my neck
But I'm an autentic fucking jerk
and I got a cold!

It's bad luck
Murphi's law is shitting me
There's no way
To make anything right
It's bad luck
Murphi's law is shitting me
There's no way
I can feel allright

I always wear square tis
No girlfriend
I still live with my parents
I can't improve

I saved for twenty years
I want to bought a new car
And next day I found it burned

It's bad luck
Murphi's law is shitting me
There's no way
To make anything right
It's bad luck
Murphi's law is shitting me
My mother
Cannot feel allright