Combustible Edison - '52' lyrics

Fortune is bleak A dog returns to his master Too much luck is bad luck A man who lives well Stands to bargain his winnings He'll raise his hat and emerge unscathed Face the good life alone Too much luck is bad luck The king, watching with his queen, a deck below the scene The pair had weakness in the heart mark them from the start No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man The man who wins more than his share finds doubt cast on his sk** Rewards bestowed from who knows where betray the player's hand No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man Fortune is bleak A dog returns to his master Too much luck is a gift, a curse, a sign A-a-a-a-ah...too much luck is bad luck...