F**k Luck

F**k Luck
By: Nick Workman

My stomach is rumblin'
F****n' thoughts are jumblin'
I need to hold something
To keep from f****n' stumblin'
Twisted f****n' thoughts
Drown 'em in dollar shots
M**********r, this is Vegas
Now, shut up and play the slots
Gamble your last penny
Win some fast money
Press that luck again
But, what can I say, honey?
My luck ran out today
With my queen I chose to stay
But she played me for a joker
And now I don't wanna play
I had an ace of hearts
But she ripped that s**t apart
That b***h of a dealer
Had blackjack from the start
And I didn't put up insurance
Cuz she assured me she wouldn't do this
But I f****n' crapped out
And can't help but feel useless
What a cynical f****n' game
That left me full of shame
Even a blind man could see
That I'm not the one to blame
So leave me f****n' lonesome
Hold my heart for ransom
And think back to the days
When you used to call me handsome
You do that; and I'll be at the bar
And as soon as I'm drunk, I'll  start up my car
But since my luck's gone with you,
I won't get too far.