Songtext von Good Luck

A throat with a heart in it stuck in traffic A ticket and a mind to fly, an alarm clock still drunk and high Sanity painted her mask on all the way across town A compact frown projected on a retina upside down You're an avalanche of detour signs falling off a truck Swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck Your decisions turn around and make you back and then you're stuck And then good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck A lock with a key in it that ain't turning Smoke filling up behind a door, a fire with the purpose of being ignored A body slipping into disease, quietly making that choice While the joy drains out of a voice You're an avalanche of detour signs falling off a truck Swooning like a boxer that is too dizzy to duck Your decisions turn around and make you back and then you're stuck And then good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck