Things Could Be Worse

Things could be worse

I'm not a fretter

But then there's the curse

Things could be better!

My knuckles bruised

And my shoulder's cut

I stand accused

Chained in this hut

(Pay the piper)

(I want my money paid today)

Now my payment's due

I've kept my point of view

(Made a wrong step)

(Took a spill and he will pay)

I can smell the brew

And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew

My head is thick

With matted blood

A painful trick

(?)

I should have known

To keep secrets hid

My cover's blown

Lord save this kid

(Pay the piper)

(I want my money paid today)

Now my payment's due

I've kept my point of view

(Made a wrong step)

(Took a spill and he will pay)

I can smell the brew

And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew

Things could be worse

But then there's the curse

My knuckles bruised

I stand accused