Mean Mr. Mustard says
He's bored with life in the district
Can't afford French quarter high,
Says it gets old real quick.
And he pails up next to me
And scrawled on the pavement
It says, Son, time is all the luck you need.

But 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
Any way you stretch it.
Divine apathy disease of my youth
Watch that you don't catch it.

But 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.

I'm the wave that crashes from a sea that turns it self.
I'm inside out every chance I get to see what it's like in hell.

But 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.
But 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.

There's not enough years underneath this belt
For me to admit the way that I felt
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Lucky Lyrics

Seven Mary Three – Lucky Lyrics

Songwriters: Ross, Jason / Pollock, Jason
Lucky lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group

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