| Song | Look On The Blight Side |
| Artist | Louis Logic |
| Album | A Record Label Sampler Volume 5 |
| You will run out of time. You will be cut short | |
| Before you've really found your prime. You still need much more | |
| Down the line you're only building up toward | |
| The dust storm, chillin' at your window cill and front door | |
| You could get outta bed, but what for? | |
| Sittin' on the couch instead scratching your nuts raw? | |
| You're runnin' outta meds for your lovelorn heart | |
| But they won't accept your card at the drugstore | |
| And what's more, the pills don't help | |
| And of course they won't prescribe enough to kill oneself | |
| You found the one store in NY whose pharmacist is runnin' an honest biz | |
| Except he gives you bills from hell | |
| And somehow you're still compelled to press on | |
| You think that even bad luck runs out, well you're dead wrong | |
| You havin' fun now? Just wait till global warming makes us vampires | |
| Who can't come out the house till after sundown | |
| Don't get up, it's just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| I came across a thumbtack when I stepped on it | |
| Jumped back and put my foot flat in cat excrement | |
| Well isn't that excellent? | |
| I think I'll have a scribble at my will and last testament | |
| I'm not a pessimist, I bad luck a lot | |
| I'm a rapper, and my dad was a cop | |
| I got a lousy career, so I doused it in beer to drown it | |
| I bet you that does the job | |
| How do you steer a ship you know's gonna sink? | |
| You don't. You let it slip right over the brink | |
| Let's pretend the world is still flat, go for a drink | |
| Spill glass after glass and let the boat skip the rink | |
| If it stinks, yep, that bird did hit you | |
| And it's not good luck, holmes, that shirt did fit you | |
| Not to burst your tissue, but your therapist'll never fix your first big issue | |
| Don't get up, it's just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Don't get up, it's just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| The world is filthy. Your girlfriend will cheat | |
| It kills me that you pay so much for stuff the sky spills free | |
| Brrr, it's chilly for an ugly guy on trial | |
| When you've got the kinda smile that the judge'll find guilty | |
| Hmm... another fine? Bill me | |
| The check is in route, but I expect it to bounce | |
| If those creditors that never give up get in this house | |
| It won't be for my checking account. I bet they try and kill me | |
| You find it silly, well I find it inconvenient | |
| That the very guy who built me's sense of timing isn't lenient | |
| Why'd the devil bother hiring the demons? | |
| Stop the fire! The cost has gotten higher with each season | |
| God's a writer, and I'm a character employed to be hurt | |
| It's not required, but he's actually enjoying the work | |
| Spoiler alert… the story's gonna end with him burying the boy in the dirt | |
| Don't get up, it's just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Don't get up, it's just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you're less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |
| You will run out of time. You will be cut short | |
| Before you' ve really found your prime. You still need much more | |
| Down the line you' re only building up toward | |
| The dust storm, chillin' at your window cill and front door | |
| You could get outta bed, but what for? | |
| Sittin' on the couch instead scratching your nuts raw? | |
| You' re runnin' outta meds for your lovelorn heart | |
| But they won' t accept your card at the drugstore | |
| And what' s more, the pills don' t help | |
| And of course they won' t prescribe enough to kill oneself | |
| You found the one store in NY whose pharmacist is runnin' an honest biz | |
| Except he gives you bills from hell | |
| And somehow you' re still compelled to press on | |
| You think that even bad luck runs out, well you' re dead wrong | |
| You havin' fun now? Just wait till global warming makes us vampires | |
| Who can' t come out the house till after sundown | |
| Don' t get up, it' s just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you' re less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| I came across a thumbtack when I stepped on it | |
| Jumped back and put my foot flat in cat excrement | |
| Well isn' t that excellent? | |
| I think I' ll have a scribble at my will and last testament | |
| I' m not a pessimist, I bad luck a lot | |
| I' m a rapper, and my dad was a cop | |
| I got a lousy career, so I doused it in beer to drown it | |
| I bet you that does the job | |
| How do you steer a ship you know' s gonna sink? | |
| You don' t. You let it slip right over the brink | |
| Let' s pretend the world is still flat, go for a drink | |
| Spill glass after glass and let the boat skip the rink | |
| If it stinks, yep, that bird did hit you | |
| And it' s not good luck, holmes, that shirt did fit you | |
| Not to burst your tissue, but your therapist' ll never fix your first big issue | |
| Don' t get up, it' s just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you' re less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Don' t get up, it' s just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you' re less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| The world is filthy. Your girlfriend will cheat | |
| It kills me that you pay so much for stuff the sky spills free | |
| Brrr, it' s chilly for an ugly guy on trial | |
| When you' ve got the kinda smile that the judge' ll find guilty | |
| Hmm... another fine? Bill me | |
| The check is in route, but I expect it to bounce | |
| If those creditors that never give up get in this house | |
| It won' t be for my checking account. I bet they try and kill me | |
| You find it silly, well I find it inconvenient | |
| That the very guy who built me' s sense of timing isn' t lenient | |
| Why' d the devil bother hiring the demons? | |
| Stop the fire! The cost has gotten higher with each season | |
| God' s a writer, and I' m a character employed to be hurt | |
| It' s not required, but he' s actually enjoying the work | |
| Spoiler alert the story' s gonna end with him burying the boy in the dirt | |
| Don' t get up, it' s just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you' re less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Don' t get up, it' s just your life | |
| Get your hopes up and it cuts you down to size | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you' re less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Plan for the worst and hope you' re less surprised | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies | |
| Nobody gets it right, and everybody dies |