If it doesn’t rain, it pours
I hadn’t even finished my chores
When, I stumbled upon, your secret ways
Where you thought you could hide our stash
Have you been hiding it, for those rainy days
Well, today it’s going on a long drive, with me, ok
So now, I hope you suffer, burn and finally crash
Don’t be treating your gal, like that, or I’ll make you pay

I can’t be that bad
Compared to what you had
Gave you love and respect
Why treat me as a suspect
Been financially short of cash
Existing, officially as white trash
Working two jobs and doing the house chores
Just doing my best, never wanting any rewards

If it doesn’t seep, it will flow
Now, I’ve just ended my life, upon LA skid row
Whenever, Whoever, Whatever, others may think
Hence, I once thought, it might be so wrong
Having all the worries in the world, without the stink
Well, now I’ve got no such woes, but an endless gaze
Now, they try to teach us, about life and to keep strong
It won’t be like anything before, ‘cause it’s my life’s final days.