Life’s not been good to you. It’s just not fair. You did nothing to deserve it, you did nothing at all. Sit back and watch: it turns from bad to worse. No matter how loud you cry, it always hurts.
Boy, I’m glad I’m not in your shoes.
How could things get any worse for you? You’re so fucking alone. How could things get any worse for you? I don’t blame you when you piss and moan.
Everybody gets what you should’ve got. Everybody takes your opportunities. Everybody gets the breaks that belonged to you. Everbody takes your just deserts.
Boy, I’m glad I’m not in your shoes.
How could things get any worse for you? You’re so fucking alone. How could things get any worse for you? I don’t blame you when you piss and moan.
“Again. It’s always me. I always get the short end of the stick. Man, fuck it, it’s not fair, man — just not fair. Fuck.”
I’ve got some news for you: nothing is fair. I wish there was a way to make it all better. I pray for a way to make you happy ’cause I’m sick and I’m tired of your whining, complaining and pissing and moaning.
Boo fucking hoo.1
Sometimes it takes Slayer to serve as a reminder to look back again at what you’ve loved for so long and appreciate it as much as you did the first time. Being a alienated, embittered teenager who thought everyone around him was a lazy whiner worked out surprisingly well for me. No matter how long you’ve fought, you can always afford to be less like the person addressed above.
This one’s for Harek, whose birthday deserves some note and whose hero wrote those lyrics.
- Minor Threat : Complete Discography : Sob Story↩