Traces of cyanide in your cigarette

Gun full of bullets for your russian roulette

We all feel sorry for you now

Your luck is sliding 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 lck

Yo're fuked

And we hate to see you go man

But everyone knows you're screwed

Good lck

Yo're fuked

It's like a losing game of hangman

The letter we need is u

You you you

Good lck

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 lck

Yo're fuked

And we hate to see you go man

But everyone knows you're screwed

Good lck

Yo're fuked

And your life's about to blow man

And everyone knows but you

You you you

Good lck

Good lck

Yo're fuked

Good lck

Good lck

Yo're fuked

And we hate to see you go man

But everyone knows you're screwed

Good lck

Yo're fuked

And your life's about to blow man

And everyone knows but you

You you you

Good lck