Testo Dumb Luck

Baby, oh my darling baby,
It hurts to see you cry it'd hurt even more to see you happy.
Punished with an ugly face, but yeah that's really ok, really ok, really though.
'Cause I got dealt an ace and I'm a blessed guy, cos ace is high.

Sweetheart, oh my darling sweetheart.
God came to me this morning, said: "you must repent, your final warning"
Half hard, half asleep. Oh it was no way ok, no way ok, no way. Though I refused to creep. I spat in her eye, sweet world goodbye.

You got it
Your dumb luck
I'm cursing
Your dumb luck

(I don't wanna die. Though i have no reason why)

Dumb luck runs like two stroke through four generations' gene pools,
like your old folks came before you they too never grew a pair of balls.
And when the third world war comes it will not be fought on race,
we will line up here in two rows, betrayers versus betrayed.

The sky is grey the ground is cold, perverts gather in the shadows. Others climb up to their rooftops as they take me to the gallows.
I drink myself blind drunk, I recall you in your lost youth,
you were half the height a hangman's noose and twice the alcoholic proof.