Hell-raising since I was just a baby Got the brain, but still a little crazy Genius on the hood But a psycho at the wheel Driving like a maniac Wicked mass appeal Yeah, I get looks from the crooked They don't know how the book ends Definitely need to get to chapter two So take your looks and comments This is what I'm made of Torn jeans, tattoos and stray child terror
Lucky number 13, baby From the day that I was born Lucky number 13, baby Do your worst and give me more
I'm a black Cadillac Red interior Headlights Chrome pipes And I'm out of control Got a few bullets So I know When things are gonna get a little serious Yeah, I'm in trouble all the time But my time's mine to get in trouble with And you could tell me another hundred times to Still not gonna change my direction just to spite you
Lucky number 13, baby From the day that I was born Lucky number 13, baby Do your worst and give me more
Lucky number 13, baby Whoa! Lucky number 13, baby Whoa!
From the day that I was born Do your worst and give me more From the day that I was born Do your worst and give me more And give me more