The World's Just Wrong

My life is such a wreck, trying to ease the pain
Shooting junk between my toes, smoking rock cocaine
No big mystery why I can't pay the rent
It's the police and the judges
It's the government
Everyone keeps asking, "why can't you get along?"
I'm all right, the world's just wrong

Been to 49 states, been to five countries
Every where I go trouble sure follows me
Running from my problems from place to place
My police record's longer than the Natchez trace
Everyone keeps asking, "why can't you get along?"
I'm all right, the world's just wrong

Must have been a curse from the voodoo Priest
I've been checking my scalp for the Mark of The Beast
Could have been that I turned over a shaker of salt
Only thing for sure is it ain't my fault
Everyone keeps asking, "why can't you get along?"
I'm all right, the world's just wrong