Lucks Up?

When the blood in your drugs turned to shale
They had you hung,drawn and quarted
Tooth and nail
Empty pockets make idle ands
And mugging as a job requires good plans

Lucks 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 god enough to crawl in the dark
You idiot getting ripped in the park

Lucks up – tuff stuff – unlucky you

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 the place
Still singering like an old fire place

Lucks up – tuff stuff – unlucky you

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

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You little London Boy.