Good L_ck (Yo_'re F_cked) - Celldweller

Traces of cyanide in your cigarette

Gun full of bullets for your russian roulette

(We all feel sorry for you now)

Your luck is flying like a bat out of hell

You’re empty-handed at your life’s show-and-tell

(You have no idea what’s coming down)

(A million voices call from the other side)

(If you could hear them you would be terrified!)

Good luck, you’re fucked!

And we hate to see you go, man

But everyone knows you’re screwed

Good luck, you’re fucked

It’s like a losing game of hangman

The letter we need is U

U, U, U

Good luck!

Piss in your coffee and there’s nails in your bread

Snakes in your toilet and a shark in your bed

(We all feel sorry for you now)

The grim reaper’s grading your show-and-tell

That bat is taking your life back into hell

(You have no idea what’s coming down)

(A million voices call from the other side)

(If you could hear them you would be terrified!)

Good luck, you’re fucked

And we hate to see you go, man

But everyone knows you’re screwed

Good luck, you’re fucked

And your life’s about to blow, man

And everyone knows but you

You, you, you

Good luck!

(Good luck)

(You're fucked)

(Good luck)

Good luck, you’re fucked

And we hate to see you go, man

But everyone knows you’re screwed

Good luck, you’re fucked

And your life’s about to blow, man

And everyone knows but you

You, you, you

Good luck!