How the Shit hits the Fan (Landr)

Lyrics:

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How the Shit hits the Fan

You sit the first time at the wheel of the car
The giant carpark empty seems perfect so far
Y'engage the gear the car jumps forward almost
How could you hit the only single lampost

You're chasing through the woods your mountie's flying low
You're splashing shallow puddles tatata in a row
You didn't check the depth every little pond
The last is really deep you clutch the handlebar and still you're flying beyond


Why are things always going the worst conseivable way
Why seems the world your enemy even on a wonderful day
It's your perception, man, really the world doesn't care of your sins
It's just perception, man, that Murphy Law always wins
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It is your very first day at the university
Your heart is fluttering like a hovering bumblebee
You jump out of your car feeling gorgeous for while
Each of your shoes is standing in a lovely giant dog pile

You pack your music stuff, your buddies and you drive to a gig
Yiddish folk is what you're doing anti-Nazi education is the trick
You prepare yourself backstage but you hear nothing down the ramp
You throw a glance, the only auditory is a drunken sleeping tramp

Why are things always going the worst conseivable way
Why seems the world your enemy even on a wonderful day
It's your perception, man, really the world doesn't care of your sins
It's just perception, man, that Murphy Law always wins
2x