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Alarm clock ringing in my head
As I tumble outta bed Pray to God it ain’t the wrong side Cuz I feel like I’m half dead (god) half-burnt toast stuffed in my mouth As I straighten my egg-stained tie Rush to miss the eight o-five Gotta live the urban lie Murphy’s law is always right it rules my life Dictates from a to zee Murphy’s law it never fails Of that you can be sure When the shit hits the fan Ou know it’s murphy’s law My girlfriend says she wants me out My boss is such a pain (in the ass) The roof is leaking in my house And Murphy calls for rain But I ain’t filled with dark despair Haven’t reached my tether’s end I can always cosy up To Murphy my old friend I tried to break it yesterday Ended up with egg on my face Murphy knows shich side life’s buttered He’s got such exquisite taste Just gotta speeding ticket fine But don’t think that gets me riled Cuz officer Murphy hands it out With a great big lrish smile |
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