Steven A. Jent

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Life Hurts

You may think youíve finally met the girl whoís right for you.

Just wait until she tells you that sheís found somebody new.

Life hurts. Life hurts. Itís bound to break your heart.

They say that loveís divine, but youíll forget it if youíre smart.

Lifeís tough enough already, and love just make it worse.

Life hurts. Life really hurts.


You can work for decades, saving every cent,

Then spend your final years wondering where the money went.

Life hurts. Life hurts. Itís a bitch. And then youíre dead.

Itís a tale told by an idiot, just like somebody said.

It never treats you fair, so donít expect your just desserts.

Life hurts. Yeah, life hurts.


Itís no use to protest. Itís no use to complain.

The doctor slaps your ass, and you start a life of pain.

Life hurts. Life hurts. Thatís when the game begins.

Nobodyís breaking even, and nobody ever wins.

You donít have to like it; thatís just the way it works.

Life hurts. Life just hurts.


Sometimes when you see the way life plays with all your plans,

Thereís nothing you can do but hide your face in your hands.

Life hurts. Life hurts. Was there ever any doubt?

Sometimes you canít live with it, but you sure canít live without.

Itís all in just two syllables, just these two little words:

Life hurts. Man, life hurts.



All words and music copyright © 1975Ė2018 Steven A. Jent