Letras:
Washed Out Luck

: [Instrumental]

THE BOTTLES RIGHT OUT OF THE ROOM NOW I WASH IN THE FACTORY CONFESS IN THE TILE HOUSE I DON'T NEED TO BLEED ANYBODY TO STRIKE OUT TODAY MY GODFATHER

sinners But I'm doomed to live in my past Live nude girls says the sign out front, But old dead dreams are dancing in front, Of old dead dreamers with washed up luck

was gazin' to the future, riding on the Jack of Hearts. Lily washed her face, took her dress off and buried it away. Has your luck run out? she laughed

me Cristal baby man up [Bizzy Bone:] Wanna crawl up out ya spiritual grave, if you a slave To the wicked it's the critical mystical get out the way Bitch

the girls dem sugar. how can i, make love to a fellow? in a rush, pass mi the keys to my truck who am i, the girls dem luck. and i and i will make love

, I run outta money and luck, So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia, On a overloaded poultry truck, I thumbed on down to Panama City, Started pickin' out

mute confusion, The war is never over, No-one ever sees the black machine, You'll never fill my shoes, Out on the killing floor where the eagle screams, Bad man luck

) I really wouldn't lie to you I wanna get inside of you Inside of you, what you try to do (can I hit it) A brother sayin hi to you (wish me luck) I really