Shitty

When the shit hits the fan,
when dreams go down the pan,
when everything is wrong
and you don't want to sing a jolly song
(or whistle a happy tune)
it's comforting to have a plan.

You need somewhere to escape to,
a friend you can talk to,
when life stinks and its pong
is with you all day long.

And you know, don't you,
that I'm your plan.
I'm your escape lane.
I'm your man.

I'm your man