Not Much Of A Loss

Everyone knows when I have a bad day
So I will crank up the radio and just drift away

Whether it is rock, rhythm, jazz or blues
Life keeps kicking me around...darn... I thought I paid my dues

The mailman delivers me envelopes of pain
And then he does it again the very next day

I can't phone a friend because there is no one around
Only broken people that bring me down

My life is a circus and I perform on stage with no safety net
Booze and white candy is my therapy...because it helps me to forget

I am looking around for jobs or a place to eat
These holes in my shoes are killing my feet

My jeans are worn and my mind is in a fog
Heaven or Hell seem to be the only choices I got

So...I will kiss your picture and hold the cross
Don't morn for me baby...because it is not much of a loss