When the blood in your drugs turns to shaleThey had you hung, drawn and quartered tooth and nailEmpty pockets make idle handsAnd mugging as a job requires good plansCHORUSnot good enough to crawl in the darkLuck's up-tuff stuff-unlucky youLuck's up-tuff stuff-your luck's up-tuff stuffAnd where were you when the pickings were thicker than slimeA serious problem needs to be on timeYou idiot getting ripped off in the parkCHORUSYou blew your brains out and put a hole in its placeWhen the drugs you were mixing blew up in your faceYou wear your luck now all over your faceStill singeing like an old fire placeCHORUSSo yet again I hear you're gonna clean up your actBut once a junkie-always and that's a factSee you at your funeral, I'll sing your swan songYou've begged, stole and borrowed time far too long-------CHORUS