We so often think in life, in numbers.
He's your everything when he's there but
he's only there half the time and
it just doesn't add up.
Working seven days a week but
only forty hours pay and
it just doesn't add up.
One hundred scratches doesn't
satisfy one itch and
it just doesn't add up.
Fool me once, shame on you,
fool me twice, the shame's on me and
it still doesn't add up cause
he's never there, you're overworked and
underpaid, under-praised, and
at the end of a losing game I'm still
in pain made a fool of and...
it just doesn't add up.