(Music by Tom Levin & Rikard Carlsson. Lyrics by Tom Levin & Lou Cowell)
From up on top of my soap box it’s easier to see
I’m power-showered unlike those who’ve been rinsed for coming clean
I weather weather like the storm in my teacup
While under another sun milk sours, spilt tears won’t dry up
It’s pretty clear that life is unfair
But how can I complain when I’m well aware
That most of the time it’s unfair in my favor
In my favor
Pounding the wheel as the traffic steals my valuable time
While others walk a thousand miles leaving change behind
Nine to five PC eyes, my shirt and tie don’t suit
Where on the other side a child bares just the naked truth
It’s pretty clear that life is unfair
But how can I complain when I’m well aware
That most of the time it’s unfair in my favor
It’s pretty clear that life is unfair
But how can I complain when I’m well aware
That most of the time it’s unfair in my favor
Life is unfair in my favor
