Luck - The Abs

You’ve got to rise up before you’re rooted

You’re telling me

The air of perception gets polluted

You’re telling me

You’ve got to size up what you’re achieving

You’ve got to wise up and start believing

Or you’ve witnessed all you’ll see

Resigned reciept of fate’s despatches

You’re pilot light’s out, you’ve got no matches

The evidence lays before the clueless

You think you feigned content’ll fool us

And you’ve witnessed all you’ll see

Leaving our mark all over the map

Ain’t landed in the generation trap

The luck of a lot of the chaps

Ain’t been so good

A virgin territory looms

On a cold brick horizon, three bedrooms

Wake the bleedin' lot of you up

Perhaps it would!

You’re quick enough to defend yourself

Too proud to hear the accusation

Clearly see the task ahead, but

Wallow in your resignation

Your livers doing overtime

Brain’s working to rule

In the light of your potential

This is a treachery…