a turn for the worse by eric jon!
when you wake up in the morning and you feel like shit
theres holes in your boot and your clothes dont quite fit
and your life like your jacket cuz the seems are a tearin
and know one has noticed the frown you are wherin
just like know one gives a dame which brand you smoke
or if whin you inhail if you triumph or choke
and someone is crying but to distant to mind it
your wallet is missing but your lazy to find it
and your good girls a sweetheart she kood not be kinder
but she left with the dawn now she gone you cant find her
and sick to your stomach and your driping with sweat
always looking for somthing you have not found yet
you fell like your drowning always gasping for air
your life seems as empty as a window peak stear
and you fear the unknown that each new day bring
so your soaking your brain in those jin bottel streems
an whats the point to be liven only to be diein
and your head is as scrambled as the eggs your a fryin
you need some hope kid but dont know where to look
cuz your brains dripin in liquier, all your knowledge it took
this so called living your don with it all
somthing is ending the rains starting to fall
a turn for the worse from a life filled with doubt
you shove the needle in your arm and shoot the world out! | 
