A Chip on His Shoulder

He always has something to grumble about,
Has the man with a chip on his shoulder;
The world to the dogs is going, no doubt,
To the man with a chip on his shoulder;
The clouds are too dark, the sun is too bright.
No matter what happens, it is never right;
When peace is prevailing he is spoiling to fight,
The man with a chip on his shoulder.
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