The Unlucky Ones

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