Tough Luck Songtext
von Brother Hill

Presenting a golden sword
To stand against stampeding hoards
No sacred smoke or prophecy will save us all,
Give us the keys to heaven.

Raise up now your holy hands, or
Give unto us a sacred dance
For to you we′ll give our all,
Like in Jericho bring down the wall.


(i say)
Tough luck.

We're dancing ′neath a devil moon
So if you come for us don't come too soon
Fill the chalice up again,
These fiery veins your blood is runnin' thin.

All to them and to their name—
The eternal spirits all the same—
So if you come for us don′t come too soon—
Praising a golden calf on a blood moon!


(well that′s)
TOUGH LUCK.