Welcome To the Club

Where you gonna run to?
 Who you gonna call?
 Late in the night
 When you're hidin' out of sight
 Where you gonna crawl?
 Suckers need a spokesman
 I'm the one they dub
 To say, "put it there
 Yeah, I know it isn't fair
 But, welcome to the club"
 So you feel like a man on a ledge
 Like a poor, sorry, pitiful soul
 Bit if you think you're alone
 You should take another poll
 Where your dues have been paid
 When mistakes have been made
 You wonder where you went wrong
 When all is said and done
 Well, you start off ridin' high
 But, no matter how you try
 You're endin' up with none
 Workin' all the week long
 Fingers to the nub
 I know you slave and you sweat
 But you're never out of debt
 Hey, welcome to the club
 So, it feels like the end of the line
 And you sit with your head in your hands
 What you need is a place
 Where somebody understands
 Where your dues have been paid
 When mistakes have been made
 You wonder where the lads go
 Well, now you found the hub
 So, have another drink
 'cause it's later than you think
 And welcome to the club
 published by:
 Fermada Nowhere Music (BMI)
 P.O. Box 7058, Burbank, CA 91510/
 Music Out Of The Moon (BMI)