It Was Never Gonna Turn out Too Good

It was never gonna turn out too good for me

I was born in the winter in Manchester 3

With the rain in my face

From the East came the men that meant I'd never work again

They do the work that you won't

If this is Jerusalem why do they speak in tongues

Bring me your poor your masses

It was never gonna turn out too good for me

That always happens to your kind

I'm in the heart of the storm and it's too dark to see

It's fixed in the stars how it will be

I look to the stars to see how it unwinds

I never called the shots and I know that's my lot

The world will end in fire or it will end in ice

My fortunes depend on the throw of a dice

Wish it weren't so

Say it ain't so

A mountain to climb

It's too far to go