There's fire at the end of the block The people gather 'round to watch Well, instead of helping they just sit As helpless people burn to a crisp Oh, misfortune, why, misfortune? And his dying from this world's misfortune Well, isn't that misfortune? Down the stairs falls a handicap And again the people gather round to laugh Well, it's not his fault he was born that way Said a person is a person, we're all one in the same Oh, misfortune, why, misfortune? And his dying from this world's misfortune Well, isn't that misfortune? Now you've had a little accident And your fuckin' body is all gnarled and bent Said now the shoe is on the other foot And your once good friends are treating you like shit Oh, misfortune, why, misfortune? And his dying from this world's misfortune Well, isn't that misfortune? ♪ Said a person is a person, we're all one and the same A person is a person, we're all one and the same M-I-S, F-O-R, T-U-N-E Said M-I-S, F-O-R, T-U-N-E