Things could be worse
I'm not a fretter
But then there's the curse
Things could be better!
My neck is bruised
And my shoulder's cut
I stand accused
Chained in this hut
(?)
(?) today
Now my payment's due
I've kept my point of view
(?)
(?) and he will pay
I can smell the brew
And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew
My head is thick
With matted blood
A painful trick
(?)
I should have known
To keep secrets hid
My cover's blown
Lord save this kid
(?)
(?) today
Now my payment's due
I've kept my point of view
(?)
(?) and he will pay
I can smell the brew
And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew
Things could be worse
But then there's the curse
My neck is bruised
I stand accused