Things Could Be Worse Lyrics

Abney Park Things Could Be Worse

Things could be worse I'm not a fretter But then there's the curse Things could be better!

My neck is bruised And my shoulder's cut I stand accused Chained in this hut

Pay the cabin(?) I want my money paid today(?) Now my payment's due I've kept my point of view

Later on, sir Took a spell of evil pay(?) I can smell the brew And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew

My hand is thick With matted blood A painful trick And I have his bud(?)

I should have known To keep secrets hid My cover's blown Lord save this kid

Pay the cabin(?) I want my money paid today(?) Now my payment's due I've kept my point of view

Later on, sir Took a spell of evil pay(?) I can smell the brew And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew

Things could be worse But then there's the curse My neck is bruised I stand accused