Had a friend of mine That bastard got his ass in troubles All the time No shit he could do He had to screw all up He was a douchbag with No bit of luck
Guy was a walking dead He had nothing But the bullshit in his head He couldn't stand this world Cause he was a muck He was a douchbag with No bit of luck
That chum I used to know His shadow's haunting me And it won't stop to gloat Although he's part of me But Im not a muck Im not a douchbag with No bit of luck