I've Got the Self-Pity Blues

Wakin' at 2:00AM,
The first thing I think
Poor me, poor times, poor world/planet
It's all about stink.
Everywhere I turn,
I can find something to rue.
I get a lot attention
cause I feel so blue.

Sing the song with me.
No one can be free.
There's nothing you can choose
So sing my Self-Pity Blues.

It's such a cozy feeling.
And weirdly so appealing.
I get a lot of traction
From a negative reaction.
So it's the world to blame
That I don't have my fame.
I get a lot attention
Cause I feel so blue.

Sing along with me.
No one can be free.
There's nothing you can choose
So sing my Self Pity Blues.

So country singings so right
Don't even put up a fight.
Melodrama what's in.
Religion's got mortal sin.
Got a whip? Yes, I say
Do your penance today.
So dig your grave now. Have no hope.
It's so much better than some soap.

Sing that song with me.
No one can be free.
It's the in thing to choose
So sing my Self-Pity Blues.

So I get to say my bye now
Cause I have to do my cry now
Don't attack my poor sad sack
He wants to focus on his lack.
It's the song that I crave
To be a sorrowful knave.
So won't you give me a shrug
While I imbibe in my drug.

Sing along with me.
No one can be free.
It's the thing that I choose
To song my self pity blues.