I got it bad
You don't know how bad I got it
You got it easy
You don't know when you got it good
It's getting harder
Just keeping life and soul together
I'm sick of fighting,
Even though I know I should
The cold is biting 
To each and every nerve inside
My broken spirit is frozen to the core

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just a day
Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away?

You must be joking
You don't know a thing about it
You've got no problem
I'd stay right there if I were you
I've got it harder
You couldn't dream how hard I've got it
Stay out of my shoes 
If you know what's good for you
The heat is stifling
Burning me up on the inside
The sweat [bad word] from each and every pore

Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
The grass is always greener over there
Wouldn't it be good if we could leave with out a care?

I got it bad
You don't know how bad I got it
You got it easy
You don't know when you got it good
It's getting harder
Just keeping life and soul together
I'm sick of fighting,
Even though I know I should
The cold is biting 
To each and every nerve inside
My broken spirit is frozen to the core

Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
The grass is always greener over there
Wouldn't it be good if we could leave with out a care?