You go out for a drink, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Maybe you tokin’ some weed.

You’re finally startin’ to sink down, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

And then you feel the need.

Somebody touches your hair, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

So you start to relax.

Hey, now they’re touchin’ you there, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Soon you’re flat on your back.

Can’t find no taste for that itch.   Ain’t Life a Bitch?

 

You sell your soul away, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

To own an ounce of fame,

To get a part in the play, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

To buy a seat in the game,

You want to take to the sky, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Just to join in the feast.

Don’t lift your head too high, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

You’ll be crushed by the beast.

End up face down in some ditch.  Ain’t Life a Bitch?

 

You’re all alone in a crowd, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Pressure all around.

Seems like you’‘re screamin’ out loud, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Nobody hears a sound.

They’re all talkin’ in tongues, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

But you know what they mean.

They say you’re sexy and young, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

But you can read in between.

If you weren’t born pretty or rich, Ain’t Life a Bitch?

 

You go out for a drink, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Maybe you tokin’ some weed.

You’re finally startin’ to sink down, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

And then you feel the need.

Somebody touches your hair, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

So you start to relax.

Hey, now they’re touchin’ you there, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

Soon you’re flat on your back.

Can’t find no taste for that itch.   Ain’t Life a Bitch?

Yeh, you can’t find no taste for that itch.   Ain’t Life a Bitch?

 

 

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