Paroles de Lucky Guys

Ooh, lucky guys Lucky guys (lucky guys) Are feeling so fine (so fine, so fine) Soon they'll die Just after they've crossed the line Ooh, lucky guys (Lucky guys think they're making it fine) Ooh, lucky guys (Lucky guys are about to cross the line) You are nothing But a bunch of faggots Under your fancy clothes You look like overgrown maggots Ooh, lucky guys (Ooh, lucky guysm they're about to die) You think you are something neat But you've only become stalker's meat Come on, let's fight And see who's the real lucky guys A fair fightm hand to hand And in the endjust one will stand Lucky guysm you must die, you must die