Chorus: ("Don't ask me why my life's a wreck. . .")
Don't want your kind of work today. I hate that fucking job, anyway.
Don't ask me why my life's a wreck. I've got this noose around my neck.
Luke
Chorus: ("Don't ask me why my life's a wreck. . .")
Don't want your kind of work today. I hate that fucking job, anyway.
Don't ask me why my life's a wreck. I've got this noose around my neck.
Luke