(D. Fasano/R. Sambora)
He'd make a good politician
Don't believe one words he's said
He's just a slave to tradition
Scorning the life that I've led
He tells me that my life
Is like a game of roulette
If I place my chips on black
Don't you know it's bound
To come in red
A pessimistic man
Nothing will ever get better
A pessimistic man
Nobody stands, nobody stands a chance
He's just a singer of sad songs
Singing about his own life
He's pointing his finger
Where good fortune shines it's light
A pessimistic man
Nothing will ever get better
A pessimistic man
Nobody stands, nobody stands a chance
A pessimistic man
Nothing will ever get better
A pessimistic man
Nobody stands, nobody stands a chance