Can't Be Good

Woke up this morning with a pain in my head
 i need a doctor and a white linen bed
 i'd call for help if only I could
 and I know that this can't be good
 i know that this can't be good
 to be the eye of a needle in the eye of a storm
 surrounded by chaos since the day I was born
 and I'd strike that day from the books
 if only I could
 because I know that this can't be good
 I know that this can't be good
 but if I had money and if I had fame
 generosity and goodness
 would follow my name
 if a had patience and if I had grace
 i'd help everyone that I could
 but I know that this can't be good
 ain't got wheels, so I'm walking,
 when I'm walking it rains
 when it rains it pours and I'm stuck here again
 i'd leave in a second, you know that I would
 because I know that this can't be good
 i know that this can't be good
 but if I had money and if I had fame
 the salvation army would know me by name
 if I had freedom and a little good luck
 i'd help everyone that I could
 but I know that this can't be good
 and a winner draws a crowd,
 but you're alone when you lose
 i could use a hot meal and a new pair of shoes
 i can hang laundry, scrub floors and chop wood
 and I know my prospects ain't good
 i know that this can't be good
 and I've always been misunderstood