Lucky Lyrics - 7 Mary 3

Mean Mr. Mustard says, "He's bored of life in The District 

Can't afford the French Quarter high" 

Says, "It gets old real quick" 

And he pales up next to me 

Scrawled on the pavement 

It says, "Son, time is all the luck you need" 

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied 

And I won't betray the things that I hide 

There's not enough years underneath this belt 

For me to admit the way that I felt 

Mean Mr. Mustard says, "Don't be the wave that crashes 

From a sea of discontent" 

He says, "He's wrestled with that blanket 

It leaves you cold and wet anyway you stretch it" 

Divine apathy! Disease of my youth 

Watch that you don't catch it 

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied 

And I won't betray the things that I hide 

There's not enough years underneath this belt 

For me to admit the way that I felt 

And I'm the wave that crashes fom a sea that turns itself 

Inside out every chance I get to see what it's like in hell 

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied 

And I won't betray the things that I hide 

There's not enough years underneath this belt 

For me to admit the way that I felt 

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied 

And I won't betray the things that I hide 

There's not enough years underneath this belt 

For me to admit the way that I felt