Letra de 'Fine Art Of Failure' de Drew Womack

Kickin' back in local time
Got the wheels off the trailer 'cause it's finally mine
Wire coat hanger on the TV set
Stacked up on the other 'cause it's almost dead

Dead broke, no job, no joke
No drive, no wheels, no smokes

My old lady found a better life
Packed up, shipped out, she's someone else's wife
He's an old ditch digger for the county morgue
And he's pushing amphetamines on the side

All cash, no tax, no couth
Beer gut, no hair, one tooth

The fine art of failure, it ain't just a choice to choose
Carvin' out a place at rock bottom is a creative way to lose

I was watchin' Judge Judy just the other day
A lawyer came on, said someone else should pay
Yeah, someone is responsible for my big ass
Now Burger King is paying me a load of cash

New car, new shoes, new vest
Double wide, new suit, who's next

The fine art of failure, it ain't just a choice to choose
Carving out a place at rock bottom is a creative way to lose

The fine art of failure, it ain't just buying cheap booze
Drinking it up first thing in the morning is a creative way to lose