Karaoké Lucky Seven Mary Three

Mean mister Mustard says he's bored of life in the district

He can't afford the French Quarter high says it gets old real quick

And he pales up next to me scrawled on the pavement

It says, son time is all the luck you need

And if I stay lucky then my tongue 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

Mean mister Mustard says don't be the wave that crashes

From a sea of discontent he says he's wrestled with that blanket

It leaves you cold and wet any way you stretch it

Divine apathy

Disease of my youth

Watch that you don't catch it

And if I stay lucky then my tongue 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

And I'm the wave that crashes from a sea that turns itself

I'm inside out every chance I get to

See what it's like in hell

Hey yeah

If I stay lucky then my tongue 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

If I stay lucky then my tongue 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