Bad Luck

Enter through the door Pity, even more It's all a good And proven pretend Much, too much cologne Secrets from your tone I know too much Shit I know enough If I were to talk Tell me come again However, you're right I must be wrong then Blind but blending in Made into a thing Mingle with madness For the sake of it Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Mature for being dumb Grasping for your tongue Spelling it wrong This new face from you Noble fellow man Leave what you might add Standing too heavy On your sore foot Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low And if it comes around Nothing makes you fit And if I stick around I'll be kind of sick of it And if only I go out Have a think about it I promise I'll be fine I can live with it 'Cause I'm feeling low Feeling low Feeling low Feeling low And if it comes around Nothing makes me fit And if I stick around I'll be kind of sick of it And if only I go out Have a think about it I promise I'll be fine I can live with it