Seven Mary Three - Lucky Lyrics
Mean mr. mustard says hes boredOf life in the district.Cant afford the french quarter highSays it gets old real quickAnd he pales up next to meScrawled on the pavementIt says: son, time is all the luckYou need.And if I stay lucky then my tongueWill stay tied, and I wont betrayThe things that I hide.Theres not enough years underneathThis belt, for me to admit the wayThat I felt.Mean mr. mustard says dont beThe wave that crashesFrom a sea of discontent, he saysHes wrestled with that blanket...It leaves you cold and wetAny way you stretch itDivine apathy! disease of my youthWatch that you dont catch it.