Lucky

A lucky guy, they say i’m a lucky guy. But don’t give it all over, to a four leaf clover. I also hear the moon cry, trying to get me out at night. and luck is just a lie. I wasn’t born better. I wasn’t born better. I wasn’t always covered, I built this shelter. I’m no lucky man, I do all I can even when I can’t. I still live in between my wrongs, But I release them and won’t hold on. I keep around my neck a sign, that says I’ll stay open for life. I wasn’t born better. I wasn’t born better. I wasn’t always covered, I built this shelter.