Oliver Houston - Tough Luck lyrics

Long night lounging in some long johns Last bite of your bagel then it's all gone The sun is almost hitting my pot of dust Full with ashes gathered from a Megabus Landlines, living like the old age Usually home, but you can always catch me on page Whoever asked for the time? I think it's a quarter to nine, or maybe half past prime I wouldn't be surprised It's a long life This is last call So sure, I'll say it again The “best” is never enough Maybe it's just tough luck Either way, I'm alive At least for most of the time You know it's probably tough luck Sort of like summertime again Slow and steady straggle behind Sort of like summertime again Am I losing my mind? Then go ahead, walk away Go ahead, alright