Tough Luck Roy

Well, tough luck, Roy
You shouldn't have gone and killed that boy
Now you're rotting in jail
You're begging me to throw your bail
Tough luck, Roy
Tough luck, Roy

Sitting back in your cubicle cell
Got a million and one sad stories to tell
Tough luck, Roy

Now you're doing your number
On the whole night prayer
Pray that you do it again
You're gonna wind up dead
Tough luck, Roy
Tough luck, Roy

Tough luck, Roy
Someone called in at jail
They said you were laying low
In that shack up on 45th
Well, tough luck, Roy
I said, it's tough luck, Roy

Yeah, you don't ever wanna remember the day
You said you'd never, never take a fall
Yes, I remembеr
And I remember you pushing mе around
And I remember making that fateful call
Oh, tough luck, Roy
Tough luck, Roy