I wake in the morning and I   Draw back the curtain   The Clouds are gray   and my fate is certain   I open the letter box   and down falls another bill   I wish the tax man could   Know how I feel.      I'm not unlucky I'm just misfortunate   I loose again      I don't go to work   because my job was taken back from me   My stupid boss got sick   of my inferiority   stacking shelves, packing bags,   teenage booze teenage fags      I'm not unlucky I'm just misfortunate   I loose again      I'm not unlucky I'm just misfortunate   I loose again