The world is just a crazy place
People just in your face
Making you feel you don't belong
Just trying to be happy
And going on your way
And living out thoughts that make you strong
I spent my life just looking down
Chasing love and running around
Drinking bear and just having fun
Singing songs that no one knows
Going places I shouldn't go
And never ever being my farther son
Well I don't seem to have much luck
And I'm not the best at being good
Cause the only thing I'm good at
Is being no good at all
Was Living life the way I should?
All the thrills and all the goods
Pickup trucks and friends that hung around
Just one more day on the line
Thinking tomorrow will be fine
And taking life just the way it comes
Then in a bar in Santa fe
Some guy just got in my way
So I put him down in a blink of an eye
He then pulled a knife on me
But what he didn't see was I had a gun in my hand
Well I don't seem to have much luck
And I'm not the best at being good
Cause the only thing I'm good at
Is being no good at all
Well I don't seem to have much luck
And I'm not the best at being good
Cause the only thing I'm good at
Is being no good at all