| Somebody tell me what’s wrong |
| To where and whom I may belong |
| Or at least, what’s there to brake |
| To be accused of taking the cake |
| Working hard for vile remains |
| Trying to ignore these daily strains |
| For you’re the master I’m the slave |
| But fortune favors the brave |
| Every time you try to snap a chance |
| Slipping around the corner |
| A once held fortune in your hands |
| Slipping around the corner |
| Believing you’d finally reached the shore |
| Slipping around the corner |
| A beauty’s knocking at your door |
| Maybe that’s because I lied when I was young |
| Or it’s because I teased you badly with my nasty tongue |
| Maybe it’s because I meanly cheated to beguile |
| Or maybe it’s because I once betrayed with a smile |
| I although I’ve payed my dues licking dirty shoes |
| Yes, I was kneeling giving in For you’re the master, I’m the slave |
| But fortune favors the brave |
| Somebody tell me what’s wrong |
| Or at least what have I done |
| Somebody tell me what’s wrong |
| Or at least what have I done |