Knock On Wood

The truth comes down
Like a rock on my head
Just when I’m thinkin'
That I got it made in the shade
When the sun beats down
You know the heat I take
Dark clouds a whippin' up a spell
And a cold chill that I can’t shake
Well knock on wood, knock on wood
'Cause when you got it bad
It just gets worse
Knock on wood, knock on wood
When you got it good babe
Knock on wood
Caught red handed in the naked rain
Just get it together, you’re busted again
No doctor no lawyer no nothin' to hide
No secrets no business and
Nobody on the inside
Bad belly luck in this brutal game
Give it everything ain’t got no one else to blame
I been roughed up and ripped off
And I’m fit to be tried
Still I’m a man on a mission babe
Chuck a luck--chuck a luck!