What the f*** Lyrics

Well, it's one of those days you could get hit by a truck
Feels like you've been wading through the muck
You need a double-six but you're all out of luck
As Dostoevsky use to say:
What the f***!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the f***!
You need a little luck

You wanna go forward but your wheels are stuck
Try to seize the day, you end up in a ruck
You've been done up like the idiot, you've come unstuck
As Dostoevsky use to say:

What the f***!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the f***!
You need a little luck

Like Einstein having a real bad brain day
Someone trod upon your x-ray
Shakespeare hasn't got a single sonnet to say
What the f***!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the f***!
You need a little luck

Caught up in the crossfire, you'd better duck
Out of the blue, you can't pass the buck
You wanna be a winning, but you haven't got the luck
As Dostoevsky use to say:

What the f***!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the f***!
You need a little luck
Jean Paul Sartre writes his worst play
Oh man, best be on your way
Fyodor Dostoevsky use to say:

What the f***!
Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the f***!
You need a little luck

You need a little luck
You need a little luck
You need a little luck
You need a little luck
You need a little luck

Sure, life can suck when living is too much
But what the f***!