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   not good enough to crawl in the dark   Luck's up-tuff stuff-unlucky you   Luck's up-tuff stuff-your luck's up-tuff stuff   And where were you when the pickings were thicker than slime      A serious problem needs to be on time      You idiot getting ripped off in the park   CHORUS      You blew your brains out and put a hole in its place   When the drugs you were mixing blew up in your face   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   See you at your funeral, I'll sing your swan song   You've begged, stole and borrowed time far too long      -------------------------------------------------------CHORUS