Lyrics 52 - Combustible Edison

52

Fortune is bleak
A dog returns to his master
Too much luck is bad luck
A man who lives well
Stands to bargain his winnings
He’ll raise his hat and emerge unscathed
Face the good life alone
Too much luck is bad luck
The king, watching with his queen, a deck below the scene
The pair had weakness in the heart mark them from the start
No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man
The man who wins more than his share finds doubt cast on his skill
Rewards bestowed from who knows where betray the player’s hand
No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man
Fortune is bleak
A dog returns to his master
Too much luck is a gift, a curse, a sign
Too much luck is bad luck…