We're tight with the luck you got
And we've already past the test, still I can't go on
You got wouldn't give me time to sleep
Cos we were out singing in the streets
And I can't go on for the luck you got
Johnny went out and got smashed in his face
I said; Man, these people try to put you down
These people shitting over you
And the sound of rockstar dreams and limousines are
Fading
And man, this town is shrinking on my back
These people shitting over you
New years eve in the blistering cold
Dizzy head and dripping nose
I can't go on for the luck you got
Met a girl and her dress were blue
Her eyes were sad so I was thinking of you
And I can't go on for the luck you got
Johnny went out...
Johnny went, I should have gone in his place
And man, don't you try to put us down
One day we'll be shitting over you
Shitting over you
Shitting over you
Shitting over you
