| Song | Misery Loves Comedy |
| Artist | Louis Logic |
| Album | Misery Loves Comedy |
| 作曲 : Dorley | |
| You ever notice how your life is rolling by you | |
| it isn't what it seems | |
| I wrote this down so you'd know that I knew | |
| This is just a dream | |
| It's the fictitious stuff ya see as voyeurs | |
| The same tricks that make us believe in lawyers | |
| They sell the same lies to the girls and boys | |
| For your whole life, telling you the worlds ya oyster | |
| If that's the case I'm allergic to seafood | |
| Castaway and that's what they serve when they feed you | |
| So you're covered in goiters now love and enjoy us | |
| Move the waistline and in eight days time you see through | |
| Whose to say it'll improve today | |
| You could lose some weight | |
| You didn't want to lose your way | |
| And life is one of those books where you choose your fate | |
| You could hang yourself but I bet the noose would break | |
| Hey I guess you gotta try and laugh at it | |
| 'Cuz mathematically it's half tragic and half havoc | |
| Dag nabbit, who'd a ever thought I'd get the short straw outta life if I grabbed at it | |
| I'm on a path padded down by sore feet | |
| Feelin' like the last cat in town where dogs eat | |
| King of the fools on a short leash | |
| I used to laugh at the clowns who had on the crown before me | |
| Well now I'm chucklin' at my own expense | |
| It doesn't cost me the bucks that I've been known to spend on what a simple cup of coffee and doughnut can | |
| It's like save the children but for grown up men, friends | |
| I'm in a zen place sportin' a Jen's face | |
| Though I'm a chump I'm over the hump like Wednesdays | |
| I don't go for most of the junk my friends say | |
| I let it roll over my cold shoulder like BenGay | |
| That's the best way to treat disaster | |
| Because if you let regret stay it eats you faster | |
| Your breastplate shakes when you breathe with asthma | |
| Death may take me to greener pastures | |
| I need a pastor, a priest, a rabbi who aint ashamed if I asked to beseech the bad guy | |
| To blame for the fact that I lead a sad life | |
| Ashamed to pack up and leave my campsite | |
| You gotta find a way to laugh right | |
| Well I'm practically pissin' my pants over this damn ride | |
| And I don't wanna end up missin' my chance for me to grab my slice from the dish in advance | |
| Man, I spend a lot of time listenin' to cants instead of opening the lid on the cans | |
| If I put half my time spent on bitchin' and rants and do a plan I could slip away from the trance | |
| But I guess this is the dance, the life I lead | |
| My lawn isn't grass, it's thigh high weeds | |
| My wife lives with my man beside my street | |
| So I see her kiss him again every time I leave | |
| And I'm just trying to find my speed | |
| Fuckin' jimminy crickets I got another cop givin' me tickets | |
| What would my life be if it didn't seem wicked | |
| Even my landlord said she would love to get me evicted | |
| That's cold | |
| I'd expect a mother to stick with her own struggling nitwit son whose a misfit | |
| Asshole but nothing can fix it | |
| I'd put my trust in lady luck if she wasn't sadistic | |
| But I've had so little success of being elated | |
| That the prospect of rest and being cremated | |
| And right now I'm thinkin' of puttin' this mic down | |
| 'Cuz bein' dead is better than bein' hated | |
| This aint quite how I was picturin' my career | |
| They're stickin' it in my rear | |
| These are not my terms | |
| And I figured I'm in the clear since they got me burned | |
| 'Til the funeral director went and dropped my urn | |
| well I guess you gotta learn to laugh at it | |
| When you're the burn of your own joke it doesn't seem as tragic | |
| Take it from someone who knows folks | |
| There ain't a mathematic pattern for outrunning your own woes | |
| Well so goes your role at the zoo | |
| It still isn't what it seems | |
| I wrote this down so you'd know that I knew | |
| This is just a dream |
| zuò qǔ : Dorley | |
| You ever notice how your life is rolling by you | |
| it isn' t what it seems | |
| I wrote this down so you' d know that I knew | |
| This is just a dream | |
| It' s the fictitious stuff ya see as voyeurs | |
| The same tricks that make us believe in lawyers | |
| They sell the same lies to the girls and boys | |
| For your whole life, telling you the worlds ya oyster | |
| If that' s the case I' m allergic to seafood | |
| Castaway and that' s what they serve when they feed you | |
| So you' re covered in goiters now love and enjoy us | |
| Move the waistline and in eight days time you see through | |
| Whose to say it' ll improve today | |
| You could lose some weight | |
| You didn' t want to lose your way | |
| And life is one of those books where you choose your fate | |
| You could hang yourself but I bet the noose would break | |
| Hey I guess you gotta try and laugh at it | |
| ' Cuz mathematically it' s half tragic and half havoc | |
| Dag nabbit, who' d a ever thought I' d get the short straw outta life if I grabbed at it | |
| I' m on a path padded down by sore feet | |
| Feelin' like the last cat in town where dogs eat | |
| King of the fools on a short leash | |
| I used to laugh at the clowns who had on the crown before me | |
| Well now I' m chucklin' at my own expense | |
| It doesn' t cost me the bucks that I' ve been known to spend on what a simple cup of coffee and doughnut can | |
| It' s like save the children but for grown up men, friends | |
| I' m in a zen place sportin' a Jen' s face | |
| Though I' m a chump I' m over the hump like Wednesdays | |
| I don' t go for most of the junk my friends say | |
| I let it roll over my cold shoulder like BenGay | |
| That' s the best way to treat disaster | |
| Because if you let regret stay it eats you faster | |
| Your breastplate shakes when you breathe with asthma | |
| Death may take me to greener pastures | |
| I need a pastor, a priest, a rabbi who aint ashamed if I asked to beseech the bad guy | |
| To blame for the fact that I lead a sad life | |
| Ashamed to pack up and leave my campsite | |
| You gotta find a way to laugh right | |
| Well I' m practically pissin' my pants over this damn ride | |
| And I don' t wanna end up missin' my chance for me to grab my slice from the dish in advance | |
| Man, I spend a lot of time listenin' to cants instead of opening the lid on the cans | |
| If I put half my time spent on bitchin' and rants and do a plan I could slip away from the trance | |
| But I guess this is the dance, the life I lead | |
| My lawn isn' t grass, it' s thigh high weeds | |
| My wife lives with my man beside my street | |
| So I see her kiss him again every time I leave | |
| And I' m just trying to find my speed | |
| Fuckin' jimminy crickets I got another cop givin' me tickets | |
| What would my life be if it didn' t seem wicked | |
| Even my landlord said she would love to get me evicted | |
| That' s cold | |
| I' d expect a mother to stick with her own struggling nitwit son whose a misfit | |
| Asshole but nothing can fix it | |
| I' d put my trust in lady luck if she wasn' t sadistic | |
| But I' ve had so little success of being elated | |
| That the prospect of rest and being cremated | |
| And right now I' m thinkin' of puttin' this mic down | |
| ' Cuz bein' dead is better than bein' hated | |
| This aint quite how I was picturin' my career | |
| They' re stickin' it in my rear | |
| These are not my terms | |
| And I figured I' m in the clear since they got me burned | |
| ' Til the funeral director went and dropped my urn | |
| well I guess you gotta learn to laugh at it | |
| When you' re the burn of your own joke it doesn' t seem as tragic | |
| Take it from someone who knows folks | |
| There ain' t a mathematic pattern for outrunning your own woes | |
| Well so goes your role at the zoo | |
| It still isn' t what it seems | |
| I wrote this down so you' d know that I knew | |
| This is just a dream |