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(flying) like a bat outta 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.
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 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, but everyone knows but you You, you, you