Ya act like a victim Victim of the system Make excuses for the good life you never had
Live so dramatic Make a big deal out of nothing Your train's gonna pass On the tracks south down your veins
Ya say the game ain't fair But you're feeling sorry for yourself Sticking holes in your soul 'Til your body withers away
New crack in the mirror You've already crossed the Black Cats Path
Oh, bad luck's on the way Oh, bad luck's on the way Oh, bad luck's on the way Oh, yeah
You're junkin' up your veins At the ghetto shootin' gallery That burnt bottom spoon Is the shovel diggin' out your grave
Your roller coaster ride Is crashing into a five-O raid Where smack's the puppet master In a dump of strung up slaves
Friends try to help ya But ya don't need help gettin' to hell Twenty years old cleaned up And still a mess
New crack in the mirror You've already crossed the Black Cats Path
Oh, bad luck's on the way Oh, bad luck's on the way Oh, bad luck's on the way Oh, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
