Lyrics Scapegoat Wax

Scapegoat Wax

Almost Fine

Just when I thought I caught a break

My label goes outta' business

What kinda' shit is that? Huh?

What kinda' shit is that? Damn

Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Uh-huh, check this out

Here's how it happens to me

Spent my last five dollars at Burger King

(Can I get a whopper?)

I have no money, have no nothing

(No ketchup please)

Which makes it impossible for me

To take care of my dog properly

(Domino)

I played in a game of basketball

At the park with some guys and my boy Johnny Z

A fat older man jumped on my back

And flared up an old high school injury

I'm still tripping off my ex-girlfriend

We broke up five years ago last week

I still write songs about that girl

But she has moved on very nicely

I wrecked my car, I ride a bike

But some asshole came and stole my seat

He didn't give a damn about my life

So now I travel only by my feet

Everything is almost fine

I've just got a few of these frustrations

And they're weighing on my mind

But it's almost fine, come on

Everything is almost fine

I've just got a few of these frustrations

And they're weighing on my mind

But it's almost fine, come on

The Mets ain't won since '86

The Dolphins lost by fifty-five

I had to go to Mario's

My little sister had to drive

I give myself these whack haircuts

So it's all uneven in the back

I can't afford a barbershop

So now I mostly wear a hat

My label president said I was fat

And he made me lose like forty pounds

(Jenny Craig, y'all)

It didn't make a difference anyway

He ran the label in the ground

It's getting close to being almost fine

But when I think I pull ahead I'm really falling way behind

A straight line turned into a fork in a road

And I took the wrong route and I'm about the explode

Everything is almost fine

I've just got a few of these frustrations

And they're weighing on my mind

But it's almost fine, come on

Everything is almost fine

I've just got a few of these frustrations

And they're weighing on my mind

But it's almost fine, come on

But at least I didn't fall into the fire

Like that old bearded dude on Survivor

And at least I can still rock Chico

Yeah yeah, uh huh

My name is Marty James

Alias, and still, Scapegoat Willie

Yeah, uh huh, here we go

Here we go, yo, Castillo

Everything is almost fine

I've just got a few of these frustrations

And they're weighing on my mind

But it's almost fine, come on

Everything is almost fine

I've just got a few of these frustrations

And they're weighing on my mind

But it's almost fine, come on

Sucka