Fifty-fifty (Discordia's Song No.2)

It's not the life that gets youIt's just really hard to tellHow all those stories that they sell youSeem to suit us oh so wellAnd when the hero's left in ashesAnd the villain of the pieceCan make away with all her bootyTo the sunny shores of GreeceWell if it turned out fifty-fiftyThere'd be justice done at least chorus Fifty-fifty extra niftyThis world's not fairWe've debauched and depraved herEven-steven who do you believe in?Why shouldn't things be unfairIn my favor? But the good guys always triumphAnd the bad guys always failAnd half of us get prisonWhile the rest of us post bailIf it would turn out even-stevenThat would balance out the scales chorus x2