GOOD LUCK

I'm pissing on the floors in the psych ward
While you sit at home and think of things that you could fight for
There's a regular man that is somewhere in me
That came out wrong, but you get what I mean
Well to me it would seem that this time
The world is out of control just as it's under control, but I don't know
Maybe it's best just to fold

Good luck finding a man without a master
Following the leads of all the fortunate bastards
Good luck finding a man without a master
Following the leads of all the fortunate bastards

I told her get the hell away from me
I painfully lack empathy
And large amounts of dopamine
So, for fun I piss off the elderly
But in reality, they're holding keys
To something that we're yet to see
So just between you and me
I think it's okay to be naive

Good luck finding a man without a master
Following the leads of all the fortunate bastards
Good luck finding a man without a master
Following the leads of all the fortunate bastards
Good luck finding a man without a master
Following the leads of all the fortunate bastards
Good luck finding a man without a master
Following the leads of all the fortunate bastards



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Agostino
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