Bad Luck - Mooryc

I pass tense people on the streets

You can see it from your steeple

Marbles crawling from under your eyelids mean nothing here

Still rather suck up what’s ours then let trickle down your own

You live in the eye of the cyclone

We see stars above our heads through golden bars

I pass tense people on the streets

Crippled with triple so called bad luck

You know we all think that working in these mines serves us well

I still hop that clouds don’t blot out all the beautiful sights from up ther

You live in the eye of the cyclone

We see stars above our heads through golden bars

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