Lyrics

(this is an intervention) [Verse 1] I think I read the wrong books all my life The ones that make you reach for the knife The looming end, the little bird of death Sits on my shoulder - I'm all out of breath Envying the Jesus-freaks' great mood If they can, why can't I feel good? I need another hobby but to blame My missing lobby or my catholic shame I'm cursed, I'm Job, don't you see? Everything happens to me It's only getting darker there's no end to this night [Chorus] Stop your whining you're alright! Stop your whining you're alright! [Verse 2] That's never been a job: just being sad (but) it seems it's been the one I'vе had I'm stepping up, is this the right evеnt? Since it's official; I'm not relevant! Finding the tough in my luck I'm always lost, always stuck They never let me win, out of grudge and out of spite [Chorus] Stop your bitching, you're alright Stop your bitching, you're alright [outro] My home is a tunnel at the end there is no light (ok, this needs to stop right now)