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 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 any way 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'm the 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.
