"Bodies In The Loft"

As I search for the source of these events,
I have no words to say in my defence.
My shoulders hunch with this ever increasing doubt,
I still wonder what the fuck it's all about.

(Chorus)
So why am I plagued with this,
Oh doesn't it suck, well tough luck.
Why am I plagued with this,
Oh doesn't it suck, this bad luck.

My fingers were crossed as they fell off,
As far as I know I've got no bodies in the loft.
It seems to me that this ain't fair,
I can't find no solutions anywhere.

(Chorus)

And so continues this degradation of my soul,
Man, I'm losing control, I need more alcohol.
As I delve deeper into my depression,
Almost hopeing for the positive impression.
There's a part of me who fights it all,
Oh, there's a part of me who hopes I fall, in the end.

This karmic retribution could prove to be my soul's evolution,
But why it needs it still fills me with confusion.
Now I know you got to take all o'life, the good and the bad,
But the past few weeks have been the worst I've ever had.

(Chorus)

Written and composed by Harrison and Me