Good L_ck (Yo_'re F_cked) (Combichrist Remix|Explicit)

Traces of cyanide in your cigarette

Gun full of bullets for your Russian roulette

We all feel sorry for you now

Your luck is flying 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 ****ed

And we hate to see you go man, but everyone knows you're screwed

Good Luck, You're ****ed

It's like a losing game of hangman and the letter we need is"U"

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

Good Luck, You're ****ed

And we hate to see you go man, but everyone knows you're screwed

Good Luck, You're ****ed

And your life's about to blow man and everyone knows but you