Grady Drugg
Oh, Why, Oh, Why
Oh, why, oh, why must it always come to this?Befriending your ex-girlfriends and hating all of mineWhy can't I have the same chance at happiness?Or the love we're all promised in time?Oh, why, oh, why do I always have the urgeTo trade Satan my 12-string guitarFor a magnum pistol from the 1970sOr something else dangerous and bizarre?It sounds like a deal to meOr a missed opportunityOh, why, oh, why must she always fill my headWith admiration and hatred all at the same time?Oh, why, oh, why am I invisible to herAnd why does her name ring like chimes?Oh, why, oh, why am I always doing thingsThat fuck up my body and destroy my mind?If I'll never be the genius that my brother always was,Then I feel like I'm wasting your time.
From Letras Mania