Ghost Thrower

Young Luck
This will be the death of me Young luck goes on and on and on and on but graces you with a kiss on the first night. This will be death of me Young luck, young luck my chips are down, I've been smoking cigarettes from a pack I found outside. This will be the death of me Young Luck young luck I'm disasterous I lost all of my money in the alley playing dice. This will be the death of me On and on and on and on, on and on and on and on Like the day, I'm growing darker by the hour Is it my fate to spill and slur? Or spit and stutter through whiskey mumbles and mutters? Like the day, I'm growing darker by the hour. This will be the death of me There's a demon inside my heart, I wanna tear him apart This will be the death of me There's a fire inside my head, with my luck it will spread This will be the death of me Well I guess I shouldn't talk because at least I still can walk This will be the death of me On and on and on and on Like the day, I'm growing darker by the hour Is it my fate to spill and slur? Or spit and stutter through whiskey mumbles and mutters? Like the day, I'm growing darker by the hour. From Letras Mania