Im Not a Bad Man, Im Just Not Lucky
I have lost the count of years
when allegations were laid against me.
I had my excuses
but they were not welcome.
I gave my excuses
but they were never welcome.
Thus and so
I became a jail bird.
Thirty-six months due
I was released.
My only possession was my guitar.
I sat at the city park and played it.
Not for a gold and silver
but for someone who might like it.
Many liked it and me a gold and silver.
Thats how i ended up with this pet shop, lonely.
I did break the oinks nose.
From then on, I have suckled the sweetness of loneliness solely.
For these animals, i dare not pose.
After all Im not a bad man Im just not lucky.
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