My Bad Luck by Hans Gruber and the Die Hards Lyrics

Every single day I gotta get through my stupidity and my bad luck
Only to fill my mind with useless nonsense emitted from my electronics
There’s nothing more productive I tell myself that I can do to pass my time
Conversations through computers substitute real face time that way I can choose my words more wisely
Every single day I gotta get through my stupidity and my bad luck