Sad Story (Out of Luck)

A sad story, might find it boring
Lost his mum to a drug named heroin
Father's gone, so grandma's left with everything
Two grandkids and a daughter's coffin

I never really knew him when he was growing up
But I assumed that it was a little fucked
No parents for him to look up to
Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
Shit, I used to think he was a dick
Tried too hard to fit in
And never grew out of it

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Never left his home town, that's what probably did it
Never saw the other world, so he didn't want to go and get it
Occupied by fitting in where minds are small
Where small things make the small kings feel so tall

Will he ever change? Well, apparently
He reapplied for college and was waiting for his grades
Would it help his case?
Oh, I couldn't ever say

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

But wait, my light's out, a night out
Brother's in town, sending doubt, a few fights now
Kicked out clubs, shit, the sun's up
One look's all it took for his girl to cuss at another

Dudes being dudes, they blow out their chest to impress
These breasts that'd just started this mess
They must protect the damsel in distress
So, other girl's man decides to clench his fist
And then he threw and missed
Brother's hit, as did his, dropped him quick
Then one kick to the head
Oh shit, other man is dead

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

And now he's locked away
21 years of age
How many lives must go to waste?
Far as graves until I see some fucking change
And I don't even know why
We continue to fight one another now (oh no, no, no)

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck

Now he don't talk too much, talk too much
He's probably given up, given up
I think he's had enough, had enough
'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck