מילים לשיר Lucky – Seven Mary Three

Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored
Can't afford the French Quarter high
of life in The District.
says it gets old real quick
and he pales up next to me
scrawled on the pavement It says&And if I stay Lucky then my tongue
you need.
will stay tied, and I won't betray
the things that I hide.
There's not enough years underneath
this belt, for me to admit the way
that I felt. the wave that crashes
Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be
It leaves you cold and wet
he's wrestled with that blanket.
From a sea of discontent, he says
any way you stretch it
watch that you don't catch itDivine apathy! Disease of my youth.