Good L_ck (Yo_'re F_cked)

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 L_ck, Yo_'re F_cked

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

Good L_ck, Yo_'re F_cked

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

You! You! You!

Good L_ck

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

A million voices call from the other side

If you could hear them you would be terrified

Good L_ck, Yo_'re F_cked

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

Good L_ck, Yo_'re F_cked

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

You! You! You!

Good L_ck

Yo_’re F_cked

Yo_’re F_cked

Good L_ck

Good L_ck, Yo_'re F_cked

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

Good L_ck, Yo_'re F_cked

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

You! You! You!

Good L_ck