Six AM better fix your watch City scum floor the streets Radio's dead and the Babylon saints must feed The whores don't play in the danger zone Coppers
We're always on the prowl come Friday night All the girls on the avenues sure looking ripe Gonna make that call and then we'll roll our dice And when
United States versus disbelief Mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle Clear your throat and face the world The verdict falls like bachelors for bad luck
taking a chance on you love I'm not superstitious and I don't wear no charm I don't carry my heart on the sleeve of my arm Seven years of bad luck,
Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up? Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck? Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost? I'll
you around broken mirrors lie shattered on the ground [Chorus] bad luck charm - you know it's true bad luck charm - what can you do? bad luck charm -
notches in my gun all day whispered prayers won't keep you safe from harm never recognize my bad luck charm i'm living on a bad luck charm
at the same time, I aint knock on wood. Black cat crossed my path, my luck still good. Broke a mirror, I aint get 7 years of bad luck. Nuttin bad aint
cork the night light owl A raven and a duck The seed of pining parents And your despairing love The seed of pining parents And your despairing love Love and luck both have charmed
soon I've been too long overdue, now I'm gonna shoot the moon I'd bet it all on a good run of bad luck Seven come eleven and she could be mine Luck
give me the keys so you think thats kind of charming everyone you knows a little confused but i bet theyre not all super-jinxed black cloud bad luck
luck My good luck charm A winner at love now she's my lady luck she must have come From heaven above Now she's my lady luck My good luck charm A winner
flames Like the heart tattooed forever on his arm All messed up with no place to go Gonna point the car right at the moon With a suicide king as his good luck charm
luck When your television set breaks down And needs repairin' bad Lotsa luck, pal, lotsa luck You look through the Yellow Pages For an honest-looking ad Lotsa luck
man, way down in San Berdoo Five dollars on the table Ooo, keep me 'way from my tomb Said, I got thirteen months of bad luck Bound to be some pain Don
ugly Drums like drugs have turned us to scavengers Pathfinders, addicts and mathematicians Practitioners of black magic We make music from used up junk and bad luck
her back pocket She laughs at Metallica and loves bottle rockets She got chicken wire tattooed around her arm She gave me a pecan for a good luck charm
to me he's just nice to himself And he's watching his reflection I'm a five foot mirror for adoring himself Here's seven years bad luck I wanna tell
