Songtext von Fine Art Of Failure

Kickin' back in local time Got the wheels off the trailer 'cause it's finally mine Wire coat hanger on the TV set Stacked up on the other 'cause it's almost dead Dead broke, no job, no joke No drive, no wheels, no smokes My old lady found a better life Packed up, shipped out, she's someone else's wife He's an old ditch digger for the county morgue And he's pushing amphetamines on the side All cash, no tax, no couth Beer gut, no hair, one tooth The fine art of failure, it ain't just a choice to choose Carvin' out a place at rock bottom is a creative way to lose I was watchin' Judge Judy just the other day A lawyer came on, said someone else should pay Yeah, someone is responsible for my big ass Now Burger King is paying me a load of cash New car, new shoes, new vest Double wide, new suit, who's next The fine art of failure, it ain't just a choice to choose Carving out a place at rock bottom is a creative way to lose The fine art of failure, it ain't just buying cheap booze Drinking it up first thing in the morning is a creative way to lose