Press My Luck Songtext
von Blake Mills

When you moved, you made me
Clean up after your act
And under all that clutter
Was straight-up broken glass

Don′t worry
I won't press my luck
I know things get clearer
When they′re fucked

Another wildfire season
Ripping through the place
I'm almost getting used to
The futuristic hellscape


Don't worry
I won′t press my luck
Things start getting clearer
When they′re fucked, whoa

Robot arms can't hold me
The healing was a scam
And someone checks my vitals
But think I′m dying, man

Don't worry
I won′t press my luck
I know things get clearer
When they're fucked, whoa

When you moved, you left me
Burned another bridge
Carloads off to donate
Fucking garbage in the fridge


Don′t worry
I won't press my luck, no
Things start getting clearer
When they're fucked, whoa