Lucky

Mean Mr. Mustard says, "He's bored of life in The District

Can't afford the French Quarter high"

Says, "It gets old real quick"

And he pales 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 belt

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 anyway 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 belt

For me to admit the way that I felt

And I'm the wave that crashes fom 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 belt

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 belt

For me to admit the way that I felt