And you're sitting there, wondering, "Why is it like this?"
And the whole world's crazy, and the Earth is sick,
And someone's yelling from the bathroom door,
The toilet's overflowing on the floor,
And the one by the phone says, "I cannot hear,"
While the one by the jukebox spills his beer,
And the man on the pinball hits sixteen mil,
Someone ducks behind the counter to pop a pill,
And you reach in your pocket to see if there's more,
And the biggest bill falls, so you're left with four,
And you're too gone to look, but you still try,
Then you see it in the hand of a great big guy, who looks just like he'd kill you fast,
And you think for a minute; you let it pass.
And the stool falls over when you sit back down,
It bumps a mean pool-shooter from across the town,
He misses his shot; it's all on you,
And with your last four bucks you know what you'll do,
"Sorry, man, can I buy you a drink?"
And he shakes his head and says, "Make it a double."
The next thing you know you wake up at home,
And the little one there won't leave you alone,
She's awake and hungry, she needs some potty help,
And you remember what happened last time she tried it by herself,
And your wife says, "Hurry, we're late for church,"
And you can barely see, and your head still hurts,
And the preacher starts preaching, and you feel remorse,
He's got five little kids and a big divorce,
And your wife looks down and says she don't know how,
He's been her guiding light for ten years now, and his marriage is over,
It's barely alive; and how in the world will ours ever survive?
And the stool falls over when you sit back down,
It bumps a mean pool-shooter from across the town,
He misses his shot; it's all on you,
And with your last four bucks you know what you'll do,
"Sorry, man, can I buy you a drink?"
And he shakes his head and says, "Make it a double."