Good Luck [Clean]

Traces of cyanide in your cigarette Gun full of bullets for your russian roulette We all feel sorry for you now Your luck is flying like a bat out of hell You're empty handed at your life's show-and-tell You have no idea what's coming down 
 A million voices call from the other side If you could hear them you would be terrified Good L_ck, Yo_'re And we hate to see you go man, but everyone knows you're screwed Good L_ck, Yo_'re It's like a losing game of hangman and the letter we need is "U" 
 Piss in your coffee and there's nails in your bread snakes in your toilet and a shark in your bed We all feel sorry for you now 
 The grim reaper's grading your show-and-tell That bat is taking your life back into hell You have no idea what's coming down 
 Good L_ck, Yo_'re And we hate to see you go man, but everyone knows you're screwed Good L_ck, Yo_'re And your life's about to blow man and everyone knows but you