Los Campesinos - Dumb Luck

Baby, oh my darling baby
It hurts to see you cry
It'd hurt even more to see you happy
Punished with an ugly face
But yeah that's really ok, really ok, really though
'Cause I got dealt an ace
And I'm a blessed guy, 'cause ace is high

You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck

Sweetheart, oh my darling sweetheart
God came to me this morning, said:
"You must repent, your final warning"
Half hard, half asleep
Oh it was no way ok, no way ok, no way
Though I refused to creep
I spat in her eye, sweet world goodbye

You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck

Dumb luck runs like two stroke
Through four generations' gene pools
Like your old folks came before you
They too never grew a pair of balls
And when the third world war comes
It will not be fought on race
We will line up here in two rows
Betrayers versus betrayed

The sky is grey the ground is cold
Perverts gather in the shadows
Others climb up to their rooftops
As they take me to the gallows
I drink myself blind drunk
I recall you in your lost youth
You were half the height a hangman's noose
And twice the alcoholic proof

You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck

You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck
You got it, your dumb luck
I'm cursing your dumb luck