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When the blood in your drugs turns to shale They had you hung, drawn and quartered tooth and nail Empty pockets make idle hands And mugging as a job requires good plans CHORUS Luck's up-tuff stuff-your luck's up-tuff stuff Luck's up-tuff stuff-unlucky you And where were you when the pickings were thicker than slime A serious problem needs to be on time not good enough to crawl in the dark You idiot getting ripped off in the park CHORUS When the drugs you were mixing blew up in your face You blew your brains out and put a hole in its place You wear your luck now all over your face Still singeing like an old fire place CHORUS So yet again I hear you're gonna clean up your act But once a junkie-always and that's a fact You've begged, stole and borrowed time far too long See you at your funeral, I'll sing your swan song CHORUS From Letras Mania