Dumb Luck
Los Campesinos!
Baby, oh my darling baby it hurts to see you cry, it'd hurt even more to see you happy
Punished with an ugly face but yeah that's really okay, really okay, really though
'Cause I got dealt an ace and I'm a blessed guy, 'cause ace is high
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
Sweetheart, oh my darling sweetheart
God came to me this morning, said
You must repent, your final warning
Half-hard, half-asleep, oh it was no way okay, no way okay, no way though
I refused to creep, I spat in her eye, sweet world, goodbye
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
Dumb luck runs like two-stroke through four generations' gene pools
Like your old folks came before you, they too never grew a pair of balls
And when the third world war comes it will not be fought on race
We will line up here in two rows, betrayers versus betrayed
The sky is grey, the ground is cold, perverts gather in the shadows
Others climb up to their rooftops as they take me to the gallows
I drink myself blind drunk, I recall you in your lost youth
You were half the height a hangman's noose and twice the alcoholic proof
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck