Things Could Be Worse

Things could be worse
 I'm not a fretter
 But then there's the curse
 Things could be better!
 My knuckles bruised
 And my shoulder's cut
 I stand accused
 Chained in this hut
 (Pay the piper)
 (I want my money paid today)
 Now my payment's due
 I've kept my point of view
 (Made a wrong step)
 (Took a spill and he will pay)
 I can smell the brew
 And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew
 My head is thick
 With matted blood
 A painful trick
 (?)
 I should have known
 To keep secrets hid
 My cover's blown
 Lord save this kid
 (Pay the piper)
 (I want my money paid today)
 Now my payment's due
 I've kept my point of view
 (Made a wrong step)
 (Took a spill and he will pay)
 I can smell the brew
 And I hope I don't end up in someone's stew
 Things could be worse
 But then there's the curse
 My knuckles bruised
 I stand accused