Shitluck

A pile of shattered glass

A line of thirteen cats

The darkest kind of black

I’m always catching up

Always a dollar short

I’m always out of gas

I’ve got shitluck

Shitluck again

Well I’m fucking up,

Slipping up again

Another call you back,

Another not tonight

Another some other time

I’m gonna kill those cats

And make those mirrors shine

I’m gonna get what’s mine