Good L_ck (Yo_'re F_cked) [Hecq Remix]

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


A million voices call from the other side
If you could hear them you would be terrified

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 and the letter we need is "U"


Piss in your coffee and there's nails in your bread
snakes in your toilet and a shark in your bed
We all feel sorry for you now


The grim reaper's grading your show-and-tell
That bat is taking your life back into hell
You have no idea what's coming down


Good Luck, You're Fucked
And we hate to see you go man, but everyone knows you're screwed
Good Luck, You're Fucked
And your life's about to blow man and everyone knows but you