'52' Lyrics - Schizophonic - Combustible Edison

Fortune is bleak 

A dog returns to his master 

Too much luck is bad luck 

A man who lives well 

Stands to bargain his winnings 

He'll raise his hat and emerge unscathed 

Face the good life alone 

Too much luck is bad luck 

The king, watching with his queen, a deck below the scene 

The pair had weakness in the heart mark them from the start 

No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man 

The man who wins more than his share finds doubt cast on his skill 

Rewards bestowed from who knows where betray the player's hand 

No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man 

Fortune is bleak 

A dog returns to his master 

Too much luck is a gift, a curse, a sign 

A-a-a-a-ah...too much luck is bad luck...