Mr. Badluck
By Derek Campbell
From the album Reserection (2007)

5 nights 5 fights from the ringside seating
Bettin on the chance my man ain’t gonna be bleedin
Any worse than the other guy
Hit him in the ribs sock em in the eye
Take him down and defeat him
Body mind and soul
Wrap him up and eat him like an egg roll
Easy on the spicy sauce
In the land of illusion see a man get lost
In obsession with the lesser things
Graspin in the dark for the old brass ring
There’s danger in the inky shadows
sniffin out the stench of those stinky old
Hosanna, you’re a super star
Healin lepers with the junk from the trunk of your car
Luck be a lady tonight
Just be careful of her man cause he’s ready to fight
He’s

Mr. Badluck and he ain’t in no mood for ya
You best be getting out of his way
Mr. Badluck ain’t got nothing but a bruise for ya
This ain’t no game and he doesn’t play hay hay

Sit still hold tight don’t move cause it might bite
Barkin in your face with its teeth right inches from your nose
Don’t blow it don’t let em see you sweat
If you scared then they’ll know it
And then you’re screwed black and blued
Lyin in the alley with your ass all chewed up
Crazy how the sh.. can go
Knock once for yes knock twice for no
I’ll hear you through the ventilation
Make my assessment of the situation
And act upon my baser instincts
Thrashin like a beast on the eve of my extinction
It’s inevitableIt’s even more nutriyiouse than a vegetable
Too unique ti servive and yet I thrive in a colder climate
About 5 hours drive from

Mr. Badluck and he ain’t in no mood for ya
You best be getting out of his way...