by Laura Lamarca

Created on: June 28, 2008

"Out Of Luck"

Refused to play your sordid game
Or get tangled in your lies,
But you latched on to find your fame
And you caused me to despise.

Painted memories of deceit
And your tiresome acid smiles,
Suffered fools who bowed to defeat
And drowned in your bitter bile.

One day soon you will come unstuck
You'll find your match, run out of luck
Face your victims and lose your war
They'll bleed you dry and strip your core

Your name is smeared in rancid dirt,
Actions portrayed by a thug;
Creating woe so others hurt,
But I was the only mug.
A halfwit chump with silly dreams
Who believed your spoken word,
Warning bells pealed inside mind's screams
But those sirens went unheard.

[Instrumental]

One day soon you will come unstuck
You'll find your match, run out of luck
Face your ignorance, lose your war
Then bleed and cry and kill your core

Refused to play your sordid game
Or get tangled in your lies,
You just latched on to find your fame
And you caused me to despise.

One day soon you'll come unstuck
You'll find your match, run out of luck
Feel your ignorance, wage your war
Then bleed and cry and kill your core
Then bleed and cry and kill your core

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