Bad Luck Songtext
von Hater

Enter through the door
Pity, even more
It′s all a good
And proven pretend
Much, too much cologne
Secrets from your tone
I know too much
Shit I know enough

If I were to talk
Tell me come again
However, you're right
I must be wrong then
Blind but blending in
Made into a thing
Mingle with madness
For the sake of it


Feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low

Mature for being dumb
Grasping for your tongue
Spelling it wrong
This new face from you
Noble fellow man
Leave what you might add
Standing too heavy
On your sore foot

Feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low


And if it comes around
Nothing makes you fit
And if I stick around
I′ll be kind of sick of it
And if only I go out
Have a think about it
I promise I'll be fine
I can live with it

'Cause I′m feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low
Feeling low

And if it comes around
Nothing makes me fit
And if I stick around
I′ll be kind of sick of it
And if only I go out
Have a think about it
I promise I'll be fine
I can live with it