Life is a gift and a curse Listen to the grumpy old man Sitting on a fence, talking never ends Staring at the upper house, watching the clouds hang in the sky He says, "I hate water, keeps leaking in When the weather is cold, again, it's raining" Have no money to fix everything Laying down, sleeping, overwhelming Life is a gift and a curse Not a celebration Life is a gift and a curse For a destination Waking up on the next day Lonely as hell, feel dry anyway Here alone, stay all alone An old edgy man defeats other man He went to a war, won and proud Fight for a living, it's hard to believe But then he's here, here to stay Nothing but struggles to make more money Life is a gift and a curse Not a celebration Life is a gift and a curse For a destination Maybe he's forgotten Memories were rotten He just left and broken No words ever spoken Life is a gift and a curse Life is a gift and a curse Life is a gift and a curse Not a celebration Life is a gift and a curse For a destination