Woke up this morning with a war in your head

Got your brain in a sling and it's hanging by a thread - Oh yeah

Barely moving, well it's quarter to ten

Your head is banging but you're ready to go again

(Just like you always do)

Twist and turn but you can't get free

I'm just the itch that you can't let be

Maybe it's written and maybe it ain't

But I'll never be no patron saint

Cos I'm a Bad Luck Charm

Yes I'm a Bad Luck Charm

You can raise the alarm,

But you'll never get away from me

Down on the street, turn up the heat

A monkey dancing to a different beat

Oh yeah

I've got solutions, got whatever you needs I'm your hot shot doc, you're a habit to feed,

Oh yeah

In your confusion you're am easy mark

I got my hooks in you right from the start

Maybe it's written and maybe it ain't

But I'll never be be your patron saint

Cos I'm a Bad Luck Charm

Yes I'm a Bad Luck Charm

You can raise the alarm,

But you'll never getting rid of me

 

Cos I'm a Bad Luck Charm

Yes I'm a Bad Luck Charm

You can raise the alarm,

But you'll never get away from me