This suit is tailored but it still doesn’t quite fit And I don’t smoke but yet I’m still trying to quit Even the devil once wore wings Yeah I know and it feels like I’m running
OUT… RUNNING OUT OF L-U-C-K AND NOW… NOW WE WATCH THE CLOCK JUST TICK AWAY
This epidermis is starting to creep me out And all this choking-choking’s leaving my throat in drought You just might be out of your mind That’s ok cuz so am I But if you’re not with me Than you’re against me I’m hospitable To hostility Will you ever get over this I dunno but I’m pissed and I’m running
OUT… RUNNING OUT OF L-U-C-K AND NOW… NOW IT’S JUST A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE I’M PERMANENTLY STUCK STUCK INSIDE THIS SKIN
I’m running out of this thing we call time I never see but it’s passing me by Each waking hour each and every day My reflection is slowly fading away So if you see me and I’m lonely Quarterless and my luck meter has expired Make sure you tell me that you know And that you knew me before my soul retired I’m running out I’m running out I’m running
OUT… RUNNING OUT OF L-U-C-K AND NOW… NOW THE CLOCK’S TICKING AND I’M RUNNING… OUT… RUNNING OUT OF L-U-C-K AND NOW… NOW IT’S JUST A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE I’M PERMANENTLY STUCK I’M STUCK INSIDE THIS SKIN
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