Why Can't You Be Nicer to Me?
JACK WHITE
Somebody's screaming
Looking at the ceiling
Everything's so funny
I don't have any money
People don't even know me
But they know how to show me
Why can't you be nicer to me?
My pride is dying
I think I'm all done lying
Nobody's sharing
So I stop caring
All alone and walking
Nobody's talking
Why can't you be nicer to me?
Well the wind is blowing
Where am I going
Off a bridge and falling
Nobody's calling
On the ground and laying
Nobody's praying
Why can't you be nicer to me?