From the recording A Precarious Midlife Crisis
Produced, arranged, composed, engineered, and performed by Tory C. World.
Lyrics
I bet you I can make the world a better to be
I picked a dogma, and my karma is ah running on empty
Now I’m stuck sitting here with the bad deal that I made
I’m in trouble
I lost a bet, I lost a bet
Now I’m walking around the square in my underwear
I lost a bet, I lost a bet
I traded my cash for a ticket into a bad future
I made a deal with a slick revolutionary machine
Shook their hand with a heavy heart, then it pulled the rug from under our feet
Now we’re stuck with the pain, and there’s no one else to blame but we
We’re in trouble
I lost a bet, I lost a bet
Now I’m walking around the square in my underwear
I lost a bet, I lost a bet
We traded our past for a ticket into a bad future
I said, I lost a bet, but the world is still on fire
Like a Faustian Bargain
Now tell me how to love and what to desire
I lost a bet, I lost a bet
I lost a bet, I lost a bet
I lost a bet, I lost a bet
Now I’m walking around the square in my underwear
I lost a bet, I lost a bet
We traded our past for a ticket into a bad future
I lost a bet, I lost a bet
I lost a bet
Now I’m walking around the square
