Brendan Benson Unfortunate Guy Lyrics

Unfortunate Guy Lyrics

This is the sound of the worlds smallest violin

Ive seen worse than the
worst trouble youve been in

Youre the greatest sufferer that almost never
was born

Youve always been the object of ridicule and scorn



You hold the title of champion stepchild

Your father died in prison
and your mother ran wild

Maybe you should write a book on pieces of
confetti

Coz it makes even Shakespeares plots seem meaningless and
petty



Youve had it rough youve made it very clear

That you
dont give up youve persevered (no matter how severe)



Please dont
go on youre gonna make me cry

Youve got to be

The most unfortunate
guy

Dont go on youre gonna make us cry

The most unfortunate guy



Ive heard some sad luck stories, but yours tops the list

And
you lead the race for the worlds unluckiest

You wear that crown of thorns
and sit upon that throne

You rule a kingdom of despair and you do it all
alone



You have our sympathy our deepest regrets

You hold the
key, which unlocks misfortunes chest

Youre giving us the poor mouth what
do you stand to gain

Youre soakin up the sun after selling us the rain





This is the sound of the worlds smallest violin

Ive seen
worse than the worst trouble youve been in

Youre the greatest sufferer
that almost never was born

Youve always been the object of ridicule and
scorn



You hold the title of champion stepchild

Your father
died in prison and your mother ran wild

Maybe you should write a book on
pieces of confetti

Coz it makes even Shakespeares plots seem meaningless
and petty



Youve had it rough youve made it very clear

That
you dont give up youve persevered (no matter how severe)



Please
dont go on youre gonna make me cry

Youve got to be

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