Good L_ck (Yo_'re F_cked) Lyrics

Traces of cyanide in your cigarette
Gun full of bullets for your Russian roulette
(We all feel sorry for you now)

Your luck is flying like a bat out of hell
You're empty-handed at your life's show and tell
(You have no idea what's coming down)

A million voices call from the other side
If you could hear them, you would be terrified

Good luck
You're fucked
And we hate to see you go, man, but everyone knows you're screwed
Good luck
You're fucked
It's like a losing game of hangman, the letter we need is 'U'.
U, U, U.

Piss in your coffee and there's nails in your bread
Snakes in your toilet, and a shark in your bed
(We all feel sorry for you now)

The Grim Reaper's grading your show and tell
That bat taking your life back into Hell
(You have no idea what's coming down)

A million voices call from the other side
If you could hear them, you would be terrified

Good luck
You're fucked
And we hate to see you go, man, but everyone knows you're screwed
Good luck
You're fucked
And your life's about to blow, man, but everyone knows but you
You, you, you

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