Experiment In Terror - The Champs

This luck you can’t buy

Won’t touch you this time

One day this dirty stool pigeon will fly

Halos and charmed lives

I’ll help you next time

One day this dirty stool pigeon will fly

And hear the angels sing

Reach out and spread my wings in hell

Your luck has run dry

Caught in the bulls-eye

Today this pretty lil' birdy will die

Will die

Will die

No singing tonight