One day I had spoke/ to a man through his eyes I saw what he saw, as it cropped up in his mind Said « what’s the procedure?, do I keep my design » No you’re gone, you’re gone, gone Hey! You don’t know how lucky you are You don’t know how lucky you are She acts like a martyr/ she’s got God on her face The world’s her disciple/ and I’m the head of the slaves Things must get done/ in such peculiar ways There she goes, there she goes, there she goes Hey! 8 o’clock Terry/ 10 o’clock Sally Gotta a little pill to give 5 o’click Patti/ 6 o’clock Betty You don’t know how lucky you are You don’t know how lucky you are The world is on fire/ as you quiken your pace To squeeze out the venom/ of the whole human race The things you provide us/ Have sent us to our graves But you’re gone, you’re gone, your gone Hey! You don’t know how lucky you are You don’t know how lucky you are 8 o’clock Terry/ 10 o’clock Sally Gotta a little pill to give 5 o’clock Patti/ 6 o’clock Betty You don’t know how lucky you are You don’t know how lucky you are x2