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Good L_ck (Yo_'re F_cked)Traces of cyanide in your cigaretteGun full of bullets for your Russian roulette We all feel sorry for you now Your luck is sliding 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 One 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 Good luck 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 is taking your life back into hell You have no idea what's coming down One 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, and everyone knows but you you, you, you Good luck Good luck You're fucked Good luck 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, and everyone knows but you you, you, you Good luck |