It's like a heart attack on Christmas day,
Thousands of listeners and nothing to say.
A resurrection when you just want to die,
A room with a view and a bug in the eye.
A broken string at the gig of your life,
Abrasions on a mountain hike.
A free case of beer when you're sobering up,
It's dizziness on that mountain top.
Sucks to be you
It seems like you're always out of luck
Well it sucks to be you
What doesn't kill you aint trying hard enough.
It's like a flat tire on a perfect road,
An empty tank when your miles from home.
Can't find the words when you try to preach,
A hundred-dollar bill just out of reach.
Your favorite shirt all ripped and torn,
Alone at sea during thunderstorms.
The girl of your dreams on the side of the road
When your out of space and at maximum load
Sucks to be you
It seems like you're always out of luck
Well it sucks to be you
What doesn't kill you aint trying hard enough
You're on the top of the world
But you're afraid of heights.
You found something good
But it was all just a lie.
Sucks to be you
It seems like you're always out of luck
Well it sucks to be you
What doesn't kill you aint trying hard enough
Sucks to be you
Sucks to be you
Sucks to be you
Sucks to be you
Yeah it really sucks to be you