Go Lucky

Lyrics
Playing with the miniatures, toying with the action figures Time's a wasting now, time has phased you out Things are getting bigger, big is getting miniscule Try to play them out, I can do without Standing in the irritating home of the fluorescent light Cast a shadow over doubt Learn what the buzz is all about I thought that you knew That you knew what I knew And I don't know what you've been told but Don't come crying to me "go lucky" I won't come crying 'cause I might get lucky Might pin you down until you say "uncle" But I don't wanna let you go right now Invented some derision when I'm watching television Someone sent a letter, remember to forget her now, she's Past the lonely stage into a drinking phase Things are getting better, things are getting downright ugly Sometimes a tragic face opens and shuts the case Standing in the rectangled space of the doorway Take my share of bitter pills For something the aspirin couldn't kill Who got forgiven And who got the business And who just got the silent treatment Don't come crying to me "go lucky" I won't come crying 'cause I might get lucky Might pin you down until you say "uncle" But I don't wanna let you go right now Invented some derision when I'm watching television Might be the brains that's been looking for muscle Might be the new thing getting older each time And I might get lucky and screw up completely I might get lucky and make happy mistakes Avoided all decisions, catchup watching 60 Minutes alone There's no place for the timid, can't live with or without the women Time's sequential now, time's a happen stance Waiting for a time when it never even happens Make a bed where you dream Learn that the buzz can shake you clean Who got polluted And who got saluted And who just got electrocuted Don't come crying to me So don't come crying to me Might pin you down until you say "uncle" But I don't wanna let you go right now Invented some derision when I'm watching television alone
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Credits
- Writers
- Seth Timbs