Paul Walter Poor Me
Put down the spoon in you're cavier
As you sip you're champagne
What a terrible day you say it's been
But who are you to complain
Down the street lives a family man
Putting on secondhand cloths
He's going in early and coming home late
A pain he feels nobody knows
And oh poor me you will say
It gets harder and harder to live these days
And oh poor me you will say
But a lifetime of luck will never change
A woman strolls up to her run down home
With a sign on the door
She trys to read through the tears in her eyes
But she's just not welcome anymore
And oh poor me you will say
It gets harder and harder to live these days
And oh poor me you will say
But a lifetime of luck will never change
A lifetime of luck will never change
A candle burns up in a window pane
As they prey for her life
They don't know if she'll ever come
There mother, our soilder, his wife
And oh poor me you will say
It gets harder and harder to live these days
And oh poor me you will say
But a lifetime of luck
A lifetime of luck
No a lifetime of luck
Will never change.
Put down the spoon in your cavier
Don't want to hear you complain.
