The Fine Print - Packed to Sell lyrics

I count my blessings on a three-by-five card And sure the world's got swings and other things But they ain't in my yard And you know the trouble is I'm gone before I go and plant a seed And I know that kids (cats?) don't think about this half as much as me So come on tell me why the hell we spend all of our time working so... So hard [Chorus] And if it's not the laundry It's something f**ing else And if it ain't the TV It's something on the shelf I thought it was my big brain And it f**ing might as well And the evidence says someone Just packed it all to sell I count my blessings on a February shard And it's too cold to go outside Too many games of cards And the trouble is I've got too many things that I don't need And I hope to god I die before I make another me And I can tell that we have gone well past the line before we hit the bottom hard I said hard [Chorus x2] And it isn't one thing that's clipping my wings But I don't need much to feel hung About, without, and when in doubt A little scream filling up my lungs I wish that I hadn't seen Some things that made my heart feel beestung I kept the tickets in a forty-five But I traded it for rain Well I'm still around