Bad Luck Songtext
von Mooryc

Pass tense people on the streets
You can see it from your steeple
Marbles crawling from under your eyelids mean nothing here Still rather suck up what′s ours then let trickle down your own
Live in the eye of the cyclone
We see stars above your head through golden bars

I pass tense people on the streets
Crippled with triple so-called bad luck
You know, we all think that working in these mines serves us well
I still hope that clouds don't blot out all the beautiful sights from up there
You live in the eye of the cyclone
We see stars above your head through golden bars