That's Life.

That's life, that's what people say.
I'm a little unstable, get out my way.

I'm staring at the moon, I lost April and May and now I'm stuck in June.

That's life, as dull as it seems.
I'll emerge myself, make my way up upstream.

And though sometimes it gets me down.
I'll make a few jokes and play the joyless clown.

I've been a defier, a rebel, a robot.
A drifter and a man made from tin.
I've been left and right and walking the night.
I have'nt found a thing.

Each time I find myself out of place.
Life wakes me up with a slap on the face.

Oh that's life, and I tried to fight it.
But I lost enough times, so I guess I'll be silent.

And though sometimes it's not worth a try.

I'll give them all the middle finger until the day that I die.

That's life...