Juliana Hatfield - Yardsailing lyrics

Hey pal (take this) Take this (piece of) Piece of (my my) My, my (back string) Leaving (leaving) Sailing (hey pal) ...(fateful) ...(good sad) You got the capacity And you're so f**ing lucky Living up above the street You're so f**ing lucky All your hair and bones and teeth You're so f**ing lucky Jesus Christ, I wanna meet You're so f**ing lucky ...? You got the capacity And you're so f**ing lucky Living high above the street You're so f**ing lucky Cut your chances nearly in half I'm shut out of many good things You take a little when you can You're so f**ing lucky Jesus Christ, a perfect plan You're so f**ing lucky