Lucky
If my brother was dreaming or my father was selfish
Would I be a big man or a boy who was helpless?
If my mum was a judge, would I know what's right?
Would I bruise my knuckles in the firing line?
If I was born in the '70s and sung about pain
Would I start a band with Kurt Cobain?
If I was blessed with good looks and brought upright
Ooh, would you wanna take me home tonight?
But I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm feeling fucking lucky
And the odds are with me
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Sometimes people grow up in war
Not knowing what the adults fighting for
If I was born wrong place, wrong time
I'd be thinking, "Holy shit, Jesus Christ"
And there's a girl in the bathroom talking to death
Well, she wanted one last drag of a cigarette
Oh, if that was me in another life
Well, I wouldn't be on this stage tonight
But I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm feeling fucking lucky
And the odds are with me
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
I'm gonna show two fingers to the boy I was
I kick myself for how sad I got
But I'm here to stay for these blue skies
Whoa, I cross my heart and hope to die
But I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm feeling fucking lucky
And the odds are with me
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm feeling fucking lucky
And the odds are with me
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight, oh
Would I be a big man or a boy who was helpless?
If my mum was a judge, would I know what's right?
Would I bruise my knuckles in the firing line?
If I was born in the '70s and sung about pain
Would I start a band with Kurt Cobain?
If I was blessed with good looks and brought upright
Ooh, would you wanna take me home tonight?
But I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm feeling fucking lucky
And the odds are with me
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Sometimes people grow up in war
Not knowing what the adults fighting for
If I was born wrong place, wrong time
I'd be thinking, "Holy shit, Jesus Christ"
And there's a girl in the bathroom talking to death
Well, she wanted one last drag of a cigarette
Oh, if that was me in another life
Well, I wouldn't be on this stage tonight
But I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm feeling fucking lucky
And the odds are with me
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
I'm gonna show two fingers to the boy I was
I kick myself for how sad I got
But I'm here to stay for these blue skies
Whoa, I cross my heart and hope to die
But I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm feeling fucking lucky
And the odds are with me
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight
Yeah, I'm feeling fucking lucky
And the odds are with me
Yeah, I'm on fire tonight, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Henry Camamile, Kieran Shudall
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