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 U, U, U 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!