It Was Never Gonna Turn Out Too Good

It was never gonna turn out too good for me
 I was born in the winter in Manchester 3
 With the rain in my face
 From the East came the men that meant I'd never work again
 They do the work that you won't
 If this is Jerusalem why do they speak in tongues
 Bring me your poor your masses
 It was never gonna turn out too good for me
 That always happens to your kind
 I'm in the heart of the storm and it's too dark to see
 It's fixed in the stars how it will be
 I look to the stars to see how it unwinds
 I never called the shots and I know that's my lot
 The world will end in fire or it will end in ice
 My fortunes depend on the throw of a dice
 Wish it weren't so
 Say it ain't so
 A mountain to climb
 It's too far to go