Last night a whore, found murdered in the streets
The skid row bums are just waking up
A politician caught holding drugs
A friend who's left us in a suicidal way

No one said life would be easy
Doesn't mean that much to me
To me, to me, to me

A crash, a bash on Highway 109
His wife has left him for another man
A kid, a child, experiments with drugs
A friend who's left us in a suicidal way

No one said life would be easy
The executioner has sung his last song
His last song, last song, his last song

No one said life would be easy
Doesn't mean that much to me
To me, to me, to me

Copyright: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Michael Ness