// lucky II //
Frank Hops
If I run out of luck
I'll cut my hands on the eight ball
It's a full house of jokers and loaded dice
You said I was perfect the way I was
As blood dripped down my spine, and the rusty bones that had once moved fine
If you run out of luck
I'll quicken my pace, by a bottle of red
We can drink ourselves to the bottom of the sea
To talk to the mermaids and sirens that you always wanted to meet
We can float above and watch the passing ships through the night
If I run out of luck, will you be by my side?
If you run out of luck, I'll be by your side
And we can laugh ourselves to death and say it was such a beautiful sight