When the blood in your drugs turns to shale They had you hung, drawn and quartered teeth and nail Empty pockets making idle hands Mugging as a job requires a good plans
And where were you when the pickings were thicker than slime A serious problem needs to be on time Not enough to crawl in the dark You idiot, getting ripped off in the park
When the drugs that you were mixing blew up in your face Blew your brains out, put a hole in its place You were your luck now all over your face Still singeing like an old fire place
Luck's up, tuff stuff Luck's up, tuff luck
So yet again I hear you're gonna clean up your act But once a junkie, always and that's a fact You've begged, stole and borrowed time far too long See you at your funeral, I'll sing you swan song
Luck's up, tuff stuff Luck's up, tuff luck Luck's up, tuff stuff Unlucky you Well boo hoo
Un-fucking lucky you Boo hoo God rid of the stupid rubbish unlucky [incomprehensible] Luck's up
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