Luck's Up

When the blood in your drugs turns to shale

They had you hung, drawn and quartered tooth and nail

Empty pockets make idle hands

And mugging as a job requires good plans

Luck's up-tuff stuff-your luck's up-tuff stuff

Luck's up-tuff stuff-unlucky you

And where were you when the pickings were thicker than slime

A serious problem needs to be on time

not good enough to crawl in the dark

You idiot getting ripped off in the park

When the drugs you were mixing blew up in your face

You blew your brains out and put a hole in its place

You wear your luck now all over your face

Still singeing like an old fire place

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 your swan song