Just My Luck

Can you smell it? That's the scent of change mixed with blood and tears and a bit of rain. This moment I'll go center stage, ready to lose it all. Digging my own grave, but I'm not ready. Should we feed this fire? Nobody knows! But I'm sure as hell we'll try as we all gear up to die. I can feel it in my head. Feel it in my head, oh no. I can feel it in my head. Feel it in my head, oh no. That's just my luck, right when I'm ready to go. That's just my luck. We all explode. Determination is what pulls me through, that and the fact that what we had can be mended. Surrounded by the dead. We sing choruses of forgotten songs to remind us we're not alone. Surrounded by ash and bone. I can feel it in my head. Feel it in my head, oh no. I can feel it in my head. Feel it in my head, oh no. That's just my luck, right when I'm ready to go. That's just my luck. We all explode. That's just my luck, right when I'm ready to go. That's just my luck. We all explode. Radioactive weekends lead into nuclear weeks. Days of rebuilding, mixed with love and the firm belief; that we can make it through this and rise above it all. I can feel it in my head. Feel it in my head, oh no. I can feel it in my head. Feel it in my head, oh no. That's just my luck, right when I'm ready to go. That's just my luck. We all explode. That's just my luck, right when I'm ready to go. That's just my luck. We all explode.