The Divorcees - Must Be Nice

Must be nice
Getting paid for nothing while I work to earn my keep
Rolling the dice
And betting your old money while I push my sweep
It must be fine
With your fancy suits and bottles of expensive wine
A lucky man
Well, he never has to put in overtime
It must be sweet
Not worried about the rent or turning on the heat
It can't be beat
When you're never cold and hungry, coming off the street
It's the best
When people don't look down on you as being second class
Better than the rest
While the rest of us poor bastards kiss your ass
It's paradise
Where the grass is so much greener on the other side
I'd love to be
On the right side of the gate where all the rich folk hide
Can you imagine
More money in the bank than you would ever need
Not check to check
With bills to pay and mouths to feed
Sometimes I wonder
Do they lay awake at night, afraid of being me
With a dead end job
That's somehow gonna end up going overseas
Congratulations
On doing what you want and looking out for number one
You win the prize
For all the pain you've caused and all the hurt you've done
It must be nice

Written by:
Alexander Madsen, Denis Arsenault, Jason Haywood, Kevin MacIntyre, Shawn Thomas

Publisher:
Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid

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