Can't Win for Losin'

Ain’t that a bitch, I burned a U.A.
Yea, looks like I fucked up again
I look down at my long list of apologies
Baby I don’t know where to begin
The back of the car I hear you crying
The cruiser starts rolling away
Stretch out my legs try and settle in
Tell the cop I wasn’t raised with way
I can’t win for losing
I start out strong but I always fall
I can’t win for losing
If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all
Lord knows how many times I bowed my head and asked
him how I wound up here?
When it’s time to line up behind the eight ball I’m
the first one to volunteer
Everyone’s always asking me «when will I come in from the cold?»
I sit back, relax, and sip on my tea till the next tragedy unfolds
I can’t win for losing
I start out strong but I always fall
I can’t win for losing
If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all
So the next time you place a bet make sure you can
live with the odds that you get
I didn’t get this pretty face by playing it safe
I still ain’t learned my lesson yet
I can’t win for losing
I start out strong but I always fall
I can’t win for losing
If it weren’t for bad luck I’d have no luck at all
Win for losing
I can’t win for losing
Win for losing