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
alright Nothing is going to work out fine I can not look you in the eyes Cause nothing's going to work out fine I will be your bad luck charm Tell my
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 -
in 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
bad luck Seven come eleven and she could be mine Luck be a lady, and I'm gonna find love comin' on the bottom line I'd bet it all on a good run of bad
way down in San Berdoo. Five dollars on the table, Ooh, Keep me 'way from my tomb. Oh! Oh! Said I got thirteen months of bad luck, Bound to be some pain
you'll never find us pullin up to clubs in them long stretch whales Or pushin inside girls with Donkey Kong stretch tails And when all else fails, we hit 'em with the charm
relief 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
fatal charm, and no regrets. Another dreamage innocent, Another waiting a call. Another insignificant, Another out in the hall. Another day full of bad luck
passing cars feeds the ache of ancient scars, like ghosts beneath my bed rattling chains. No good luck charm or remedy ever proved to soothe my sanity nor bad
fat-butt I bust a couple shots and so now they fallin'-back-but My ammunition?s limited and they started sparkin'-gats-up Those marksman's-bad-luck translated
m 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,
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
in twenty-four karats If y'all niggas don't feel me, then I blame it on your parents Cuz Tash fuck it up, don't twist it up wit luck My style is cold
