The air is so clear, the sky is so
blue, I know what you mean, I
feel lucky too. I found a dollar,
it's like a dream. I love this
place, my Slurpee is so Green.
So much easier to think that we did
this all ourselves, so much easier
to let our hearts do what they've
felt. To throw our chips up in the
air, and let the praise fall where
it may. I feel, I feel lucky.
It's a well know fact, our hearts
are black. A maze full of mice, a
game of cosmic, dice, a never-
ending quiz, is all you think this
is. A gaping black hole, all the
glory that you stole.
(There's no such thing as luck.)