Seven Mary Three - Lucky lyrics

rate me

Lucky

Mean Mr. Mustard says he抯 bored

of life in The District.

He Can't afford the French Quarter high

says it gets old real quick

and he pales up next to me

and scrawled on the pavement

It says: Son, time is all the Luck

you need.

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue

will stay tied, and I won't betray

the things that I hide.

There's not enough years underneath

this belt, for me to admit the way

that I felt.

Mean Mr. Mustard says don抰 be

the wave that crashes

From a sea of discontent, he says

he抯 wrestled with that blanket...

It leaves you cold and wet

any way you stretch it

Divine apathy! Disease of my youth

watch that you don't catch it

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue

will stay tied, and I won't betray

the things that I hide.

There's not enough years underneath

this belt, for me to admit the way

that I felt.

And I'm the wave that crashes

From the sea that turns itself

inside out every chance i get to

see what it's like in hell

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue

will stay tied, and I won't betray

the things that I hide.

There's not enough years underneath

this belt, for me to admit the way

that I felt.