Shit Outta Luck

One hound starts barking,
Sets the whole pack off
Never try to pinch off
Any more than you can flush
Don't sit and snivel while your life
Is going to the dogs
Because you can't lament the consequence
Of ignoring Murphy's Law
When you're sitting around on a curbstone
And you're wondering, "What the fuck?"
It's then you realize: You're shit outta luck
We're drinkin' all the dopes up
And they're smoking all the beers
The police came, kicked in the doors
And cuffed 'em by the ears
You know you're damned if you don't
And twice damned if you do
We say if you think that way
You'll end up in the stew
When you're sitting there on a block
Of stone and you're wondering, "What the fuck?"
The jailman shakes his keys at you, ha
Shit outta luck
When you're sitting there with your
Head in hand and you're wondering, "What the fuck?"
It's then you realize: You're shit outta luck
The world is Hell handbasket bound
And coming to an end
We'd better hoard up all the booze
And drink it with our friends
When you're lying there bubbling,
Gurgling with your face down in the muck
With angels hovering, whispering:
"You're shit outta luck"
St. Peter, God and Jesus say:
"You're shit outta luck"
When even old Beelzebub won't have you:
Shit outta luck