When the blood in your d** turns to shale
They had you hung, drawn and quartered tooth and nail
Empty pockets make idle hands
And mugging as a job requires good plans
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not good enough to crawl in the dark
Luck's up-tuff stuff-unlucky you
Luck's up-tuff stuff-your luck's up-tuff stuff
And where were you when the pickings were thicker than slime
A serious problem needs to be on time
You idiot getting ripped off in the park
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You blew your brains out and put a hole in its place
When the d** you were mixing blew up in your face
You wear your luck now all over your face
Still singeing like an old fire place
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So yet again I hear you're gonna clean up your act
But once a junkie-always and that's a fact
See you at your funeral, I'll sing your swan song
You've begged, stole and borrowed time far too long
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