The Flop hair down to my shoulders can't get anywhere looking like that can't afford a haircut can't see to cut it myself i guess i'm just down on my luck the lady wouldn't talk to me when i asked her to come up everytime i tell that story people think they know what i'm driving at but all i wanted was some tips for blackjack if i could just win the big one i could get myself over and out but as it stands i lose every hand i
guess luck is dumb to bid on i guess this long lost son needs to go home and stop eating forbidden slop i wonder if the dude that runs the place would let me push a mop cause after i went out and had a big time i became a big, big flop now all i need is a miracle called "making ends meet" when i trapsed off to conquer all i never thought i'd end up in the street but i have, here i am what's a boy to
do i'd go out to apply for jobs except i don't have any shoes and we all know you can't get through the door barefoot it's becoming easier to ask for help and even easier to admit i've failed but much, much harder to stand on my own two legs much less walk home on them
