(What A) Bad Luck

I was born a lightning rod with thunder in my head
And in the game of luck, I am a card out of the deck
Screwed up again

When I was a kid, over my head a fading star
And as your very best son, dad, I gambled your new car
What a bad luck
And if we can be healthy walking, what is a car for?

The cold injury wind been blowing' at my back
But I don’t understand why my friends call me white wreck
And I can’t explain why my life is not right
And why my brightest day become my darkest night
Standing at the crossroad, I don’t know how to choose
‘Cause anyway that I go, I always lose

In the land of cracked mirrors where I got my kings crown
And where my people hate me ‘cause I drink until fall down
Screwed up again

My middle name’s curse and black cats done crossed my path
I got the number 13 tattooed on my own neck
What a bad luck

But now my luck’s changing ‘cause I'm playing in a band
Red lights gang

The cold injury wind been blowing' at my back
But I don’t understand why my friends call me white wreck
And I can’t explain why my life is not right
And why my brightest day become my darkest night
Standing at the crossroad, I don’t know how to choose
‘Cause anyway that I go, I always lose

The cold injury wind been blowing' at my back
But I don’t understand why my friends call me white wreck
And I can’t explain why my life is not right
And why my brightest day become my darkest night
Standing at the crossroad, I don’t know how to choose
‘Cause anyway that I go, I always lose