Thirteen کے بول

Bad luck wind been blowing at my back I was born to bring trouble to wherever I'm at Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young Got a long line of heartache I carry it well The list of lives I've broken reach from here to hell Bad luck been blowing at my back I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young I was born in the soul of misery Never had me a name They just gave me the number when I was young They just gave me the number when I was young