In the back of a limousine
She tries to wipe her hands clean
She knows, nothing's as it seems
In the dark of a parking lot
A child is laying shot
He knows, bad luck's what he's got
Bad
Luck
In the stall at an awards show
A star is doing blow
She knows, nothing as it glows
In the cellar dwells a rat, tries to make itself a flat
It doesn't know
Bad luck's what he's
Splat
Bad
Luck