Lucky-Seven Mary Three

Mean Mr. Mustard says, "He's bored of life in the District Can't afford the French Quarter high" Says, "It gets old real quick." And he pales up next to me Scrawled on the pavement It says "Son, time is all the luck you'll need" And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied And I won't betray the things that I hide There's not enough years underneath this belt For me to admit the way that I felt Mean Mr. Mustard says, Don't be the wave that crashes From a sea of discontent" He says,"He's wrestled with that blanket It leaves you cold and wet away you stretch it" Divine apathy! Disease of my youth! Watch that you don't catch it. And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied And I won't betray the things that I hide There's not enough years underneath this belt For me to admit the way that I felt And I am a wave that crashes from a sea that turns itself Inside out every chance I get to see what it's like in Hell. And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied And I won't betray the things that I hide There's not enough years underneath this belt For me to admit the way that I felt And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied And I won't betray the things that I hide There's not enough years underneath this belt For me to admit the way that I felt