Everything's Great lyrics
Couldn't be better,
Up to my ears in debt.
Nothing but worries,
How great can things get?
Here I am, Thomas J. Moody,
Three year-old suit from Robert J. Hall.
Jesus H. Christ, where am I heading?
These lucky feet find the one street
That's guaranteed to lead to a brick wall.
Every old horse
Has to win sometime,
When is it my big purse?
Things have to change,
Gotta get better,
They could not get worse.
Here I am, still getting nowhere,
Making believe it's all so divine.
Had to get hung on Mister Married,
Doing things right, that's not my line;
Screwing things up, that's where I shine.
Just what I need,
She's gonna kill me,
Milking me dry, my wife.
Couldn't be better...
Birds are singing...
What a perfect life. Last Update: June, 10th 2013