He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

Lucky Man (ELP)

When we are angry or pissed off, we blame our luck, we wish we were never born. But then someone reminds us that we are better off than a lotta people, poor people, the invalids and all, and we feel better . So I was thinking there must be people in the world who cannot be consoled by being told that they are better off than someone. There must be people who don't feel good about life at all, who have nothing to live for, don't they wish that they go to sleep and never wake up.The poor people, who beg to get food on their table , do they parents or anyone close tell them that hey atleast you're not poor-er. I mean it can't get worse for some people. I wish I could spend a day in their minds. I really do.
On that note I'd like to thank God, something I should be doing quite often and the next time I get suicidal I should THINK twice. cheerio.