From the recording Peeling in the Rain
Written by Ayers, Chamberlain 1988
Copyright 2017 Pedalwhip Music
Additional Musician:
Jeremy Long - keyboards
Lyrics
Your mother cried on the day that you were born
She already knew the story that you’d end up frayed and torn
That you’d start at the bottom with two strikes out of three
That you’d start at the bottom where you’ll always be
Better luck better luck next time
Better luck better luck next time around
You feel so bad ‘cause in these United States
All men are equal masters of their fate
And it’s up to you whether you win or you lose
But you work too hard to take all this abuse
Better luck . . .
You can react with tears you can respond with laughter
But don’t ask why me why here because you might get an answer
When you flip a coin it always lands on it’s end
When you cut the deck always the joker’s mocking grin
Your mother cried on the day that you were born
She already knew the story but you were never warned