Paroles: Stuck Lucky. Possom Soul. D...D...D...Devastation.

Turning up three luckys then we'll smoke the rest down 'cause that's about the worth of the assholes in this town like a tiny little flea like an itch in my throat your pouring salt on a wound see it's getting hard to breath you know i'm superstitious i got a few bad habits you claim you don't give a fuck then why do you always seem to notice quit acting like a bitch stop dancing on the edge filthy fucking rats make me see red give your happy shit to someone else see i'm dancing 'cause i'm dying and i got my own plan see i want to hear some passion but i haven't heard it yet pouring salt on a wound it's getting hard to breath so i've turned them all backwards for a truth that i can see protect your true friends your soul and family when you throw them all down like three coins to a fountain take a little time try your luck and learn to focus