Up to My Hips

Can't Help But Feel Kind of Helpless
Do You Feel Helpless Too?
Invisible Hands Wrapped Around My Neck
My Face Is Turning Blue

I'm Tired Of Coming Short
I Feel So Stagnant and So Burned
They Tell Me "Child Your Time Is Gonna Come"
I'm Waiting For The Tables To Turn

I've Been Up To My Hips
In The Same Old Sh*t
Nearly Laid To Waste
But I Never Quit
Oh I Can Feel It Barreling Down
Parting All The Clouds
And Shaking The Ground
Can You Hear That Sweet, Sweet Sound
The Sound Of My Luck
Coming Around.

I've Been Knocked Down
And Pushed Around
Taking Hit After Hit After Hit
I've Been Legally Pronounced Dead
And Still Lived To Tell About It
I'm Tired Of Coming Up Short
So I Devised Myself A Plan
I'm Going Down To New Orleans
To Get Me A Mojo Hand

I've Been Up To My Hips
In The Same Old Sh*t
Nearly Laid To Waste
But I Never Quit
Oh I Can Feel It Barreling Down
Parting All The Clouds
And Shaking The Ground
Can You Hear That Sweet, Sweet Sound
The Sound Of My Luck
Coming Around.

I Got A Wishbone
In my Wallet
Rabbit's Foot Around My Wrist
Horseshoe Around My Neck
Four Leaf Clover Around my Fist
Hoyt's Ten Cent Cologne
A Mojo Hand And a Mojo Bag
A Lucky Penny And A Bag Of Fast Luck
Got A Seven Drawn On My Hand

Whirling Log on my Bracelet
Mercury Dime In My Shoe
A Pair of Foo Dogs on My Shoulders
Now You Know That I Can't Lose

Now You Know That I Can't Lose
Now You Know That I Can't Lose
Now You Know That I Can't Lose
Now You Know That I Can't Lose

I've Been Up To My Hips
In The Same Old Sh*t
Nearly Laid To Waste
But I Never Quit
Oh I Can Feel It Barreling Down
Parting All The Clouds
And Shaking The Ground
Can You Hear That Sweet, Sweet Sound
The Sound Of My Luck
Coming Around.