I know all the little bus drivers sayingThe clocks of the world are evil in their design
Our days of wine and song never came
And calendars map the places, we've never been
So call us The Unlucky OnesWe walk under ladders, as a matter of course
Jump on every crack, we can find
Thirteen a day, if we get half a chance
So call us The Unlucky OnesCome out and dance awhile
Out in the black cat infested night
We dance on ledges and spires
With losers and liars, we don't have a thing to fear
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