You Don't Know How Lucky You Are

Boy, you're looking old

Aged before your time

Living your life like a merry-go-round

But someday soon you'll have to come down.

Would you like to see scars?

My brand new needle marks?

Wearing my sins like a new tattoo,

I can't imagine why I don't envy you!

And now you're punishing yourself

And it's a crying shame

You've got a job, a house, a company car

But you've still got shit for brains!

Take me to your world

Show me what you feel

Tell me, is it real?

What are you searching for?

And if you ever turn on to crack

Or God forbid good smack

You won't recognise yourself

There'll be no turning back

You don't know how lucky you are

Open up your mind

It's a open door