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
[Pre-Chorus]
(One million voices call from the other side
If you could hear them you would be terrified)
[Chorus]
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
Good luck!
