Lucky Lyrics by Seven Mary Three

Lucky Lyrics

    Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored
    of life in The District.
    Can't afford the French Quarter high
    says it gets old real quick
    and he pales up next to me
    scrawled on the pavement
    It says: Son, time is all the Luck
    you need.

    And if I stay Lucky then my tongue
    will stay tied, and I won't betray
    the things that I hide.
    There's not enough years underneath
    this belt, for me to admit the way
    that I felt.

    Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be
    the wave that crashes
    From a sea of discontent, he says
    he's wrestled with that blanket...
    It leaves you cold and wet
    any way you stretch it
    Divine apathy! Disease of my youth
    watch that you don't catch it.

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