The clocks of the world are evil in their design Our days of wine and song never came And calendars map the places we've never been So call us the unlucky ones We walk under ladders as a matter of course Jump on every crack we can find Thirteen a day if we get half a chance So call us the unlucky ones
Come out and dance awhile Out in the black cat infested night We dance on ledges and spires With losers and liars We don't have a thing to fear So say a prayer for us when you go to bed The unlucky ones
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