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 sliding 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
You, you, you!

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!