Good L_ck (Yo_'re F_cked)

Traces of cyanide in your cigarette
Gun full of bullets for your russian roulette
(We all feel sorry for you now)
Your luck is flying like a bat out of hell
You’re empty-handed at your life’s show-and-tell
(You have no idea what’s coming down)
(A million voices call from the other side)
(If you could hear them you would be terrified!)
Good luck, you’re fucked!
And we hate to see you go, man
But everyone knows you’re screwed
Good luck, you’re fucked
It’s like a losing game of hangman
The letter we need is U
U, U, U
Good luck!
Piss in your coffee and there’s nails in your bread
Snakes in your toilet and a shark in your bed
(We all feel sorry for you now)
The grim reaper’s grading your show-and-tell
That bat is taking your life back into hell
(You have no idea what’s coming down)
(A million voices call from the other side)
(If you could hear them you would be terrified!)
Good luck, you’re fucked
And we hate to see you go, man
But everyone knows you’re screwed
Good luck, you’re fucked
And your life’s about to blow, man
And everyone knows but you
You, you, you
Good luck!
(Good luck)
(You're fucked)
(Good luck)
Good luck, you’re fucked
And we hate to see you go, man
But everyone knows you’re screwed
Good luck, you’re fucked
And your life’s about to blow, man
And everyone knows but you
You, you, you
Good luck!