things could be worse i m not a fretter but then there s the curse things could be better my knuckles bruised and my shoulder s cut i stand accused chained in this hut now my payment s due i ve kept my point of view i can smell the roux and i hope i don t end up in someone s stew my hair is thick with matted blood a painful trick i should have known to keep secrets hid my cover s blown lord save this kid now my payment s due i ve kept my point of view i can smell the roux and i hope i don t end up in someone s stew things could be worse but then there s the curse my knuckles bruised i stand accused