Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored With life in the district Can't afford a French quarter high He says it gets old real quick And he pails 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 build 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
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 build For me to admit the way that I felt
And I'm the wave that crashes From a sea that turns itself inside out Every chance I get to see what it's like in hell
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 build For me to admit the way that I felt
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 build For me to admit the way that I felt
[Seven Mary Three, Lucky lyrics and video on http://crocmusic.com/]
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