GHOST THROWER LYRICS

"Young Luck"

This will be the death of me
Young luck goes on and on and on and on but graces you with a kiss on the first night.
This will be death of me
Young luck, young luck my chips are down, I've been smoking cigarettes from a pack I found outside.
This will be the death of me
Young Luck young luck I'm disasterous I lost all of my money in the alley playing dice.
This will be the death of me
On and on and on and on, on and on and on and on

Like the day, I'm growing darker by the hour
Is it my fate to spill and slur?
Or spit and stutter through whiskey mumbles and mutters?
Like the day, I'm growing darker by the hour.

This will be the death of me
There's a demon inside my heart, I wanna tear him apart
This will be the death of me
There's a fire inside my head, with my luck it will spread
This will be the death of me
Well I guess I shouldn't talk because at least I still can walk
This will be the death of me
On and on and on and on

Like the day, I'm growing darker by the hour
Is it my fate to spill and slur?
Or spit and stutter through whiskey mumbles and mutters?
Like the day, I'm growing darker by the hour.

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