Had a friend of mine
That bastard got his ass in troubles
All the time
No shit he could do
He had to screw all up
He was a douchbag with
No bit of luck
Guy was a walking dead
He had nothing
But the bullshit in his head
He couldn't stand this world
Cause he was a muck
He was a douchbag with
No bit of luck
That chum I used to know
His shadow's haunting me
And it won't stop to gloat
Although he's part of me
But Im not a muck
Im not a douchbag with
No bit of luck