Put down the spoon in you're cavier
As you sip you're champagne
What a terrible day you say it's been

But who are you to complain

Down the street lives a family man

Putting on secondhand cloths
He's going in early and coming home late
A pain he feels nobody knows


And oh poor me you will say
It gets harder and harder to live these days

And oh poor me you will say
But a lifetime of luck will never change


A woman strolls up to her run down home
With a sign on the door
She trys to read through the tears in her eyes

But she's just not welcome anymore

And oh poor me you will say

It gets harder and harder to live these days
And oh poor me you will say
But a lifetime of luck will never change

A lifetime of luck will never change

A candle burns up in a window pane

As they prey for her life
They don't know if she'll ever come
There mother, our soilder, his wife


And oh poor me you will say
It gets harder and harder to live these days

And oh poor me you will say
But a lifetime of luck
A lifetime of luck

No a lifetime of luck
Will never change.


Put down the spoon in your cavier
Don't want to hear you complain.