Cause they say I’m the lucky one

Just got done giving food to Kelly and Cathy,
Had to do something to beat this apathy
beside the head with service for my fellows
so I started siding some bungalows
in ‘Bama where I ran into a great date,
but she’s got a son (without a mate)
married to Saturday morning cartoons
on a stall wall I’m washing till noon,
Then, I’m off to talk with a old friend,
and I don’t even know where to begin,
with problems that I can’t relate
to, so I’ll just have to state,
all for the minimum wage,
Couldn’t play, couldn’t be on stage
to sing for the multitude,
so I’ll just sit and have cold Mountain Dew
with my depressed friend
that wants to die by starving binge.

I would head home if I could,
but I gotta move on into the sun,
Cause they say I’m the lucky one;
I’m really the lucky one

Am I really the lucky one?