Things Could be Worse

Nuclear Arsenal aimed at my head
Armageddon’s around the corner why the hell get outta bed
Things are all gone wrong and it feels like I’m cursed
Things could be better and things could be worse
These kids in the streets kill each other with their guns
They leave their friends a bloody mess that doesn’t sound like fun
Life is not a movie there’s no time to rehearse
Things could be better and things could be worse
You could be lying in a ditch, with crows picking at your eyes
While midgets poke you in the ribs, and pluck hairs off your thighs
Pollution and smog make it very hard to breathe
Oxygen tank up my butt, that’s probably what I need
Or maybe I could get a supermodel for a nurse
Things could be better and things could be worse
I should be a HAPPY CAMPER and turn the other cheek
When life is going poopy and the future’s looking bleak
So much gone wrong I could write another verse
Things could be better and things could be worse