Lyrics
Luck is on the back foot It's playing on my mind
Living on the dole now still can't find the time
Take a dose of medicine and finish off my pills
Someone's making noise now sitting on my window sill
It's not much of a mystery
Sometimes I feel so meaningless
If I thought I know one thing
I never thought I'd consider doing
It's 3 am and I'm stuck on the telephone
I can't keep awake I keep slipping to the floor
They tell me that I'm bulletproof but they don't ever know
My 200 dollar shoes are faded and worn
It's not much of a mystery
Sometimes I feel so meaningless
If I thought I know one thing
I never thought I'd consider doing this yeah
Writer(s): Andrew Douglas Strachan, John Baxter, Paul Norman Inglis
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