LUCKY ME
Written By: Jeff Wilen and Mike Woods
Written On: March 28, 2005

Good luck brought me up
Bad luck brought me down
No luck is really good luck
Doesn't matter I don't feel luck
But I'm not a gambling man
And I think your luck just ran out
But if I were to toss the dice
For shits and giggles
My luck just rolled the thirteen
There was no lucky seven
But a pair of snake eyes
That told me tonight I would die

I would snort a line of coke
And smoke a fucking eight ball
I would pick up my trusty twelve gage
And rob my local bank
Six people would die
Six people would live
Six women would be my wife
It's not April 6th it's April 5th

My lucky shoes walked through the mud
And my lucky boxers are not really lucky
It's been ten years and I didn't get none
All my friends left me for their families
And now sitting in the living room
Listing to the sound of Chains
And remember when Alice kissed me on the cheek
The twisted metal spoon to burnt to eat
All we hear is the sound of death
And I'm no king of fools just the fucking DAMNED
Feel my LUCK running outand time to pass out
I loved it all and think it's my time
Just remmber me when you're seventy-two

I would snort a line of coke
And smoke a fucking eight ball
I would pick up my trusty twelve gage
And rob my local bank
Six people would die
Six people would live
Six women would be my wife
It's not April 6th it's April 5th