Los Campesinos! - Dumb Luck

Baby, oh my darling baby it hurts to see you cry,
It'd hurt even more to see you happy
Punished with an ugly face, but yeah
That's really ok, really ok, really though
Cause I got dealt an ace and I'm a blessed guy, 'cause ace is high

You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck

Sweetheart, oh my darling sweetheart
God came to me this morning, said "You must repent, your final warning"
Half hard, half asleep, oh it was no way ok, no way ok, no way though
I refused to creep, I spat in her eye, sweet world goodbye

Dumb luck runs like two stroke through four generations' gene pools
Like your old folks came before you, they too never grew a pair of balls
When the third world war comes it will not be fought on race
We will line up here in two rows: betrayers versus betrayed

(I don't wanna die, though I have no reason why)

The sky is grey the ground is cold, perverts gather in the shadows
Others climb up to their rooftops as they take me to the gallows
I drink myself blind drunk, I recall you in your lost youth
You were half the height a hangman's noose and twice the alcoholic proof

Written by:
Gareth David Paisey, Thomas Edward Bromley

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