Sad, Fat Luck - Ceschi, Factor Chandelier

There are some moments I want to forget

Like the night I broke your heart in Vegas, I regret

Everything’s costing an arm and a leg

But your loss has been the biggest expense yet

I’ve seen so many souls come and go

From this world that my heart has grown bitter and cold

Running away from the inevitable is stupid, I know this

Reality is a kick in the face but I’m hoping to focus

Running away from the inevitable is stupid, I know this

But I’ve been beating up all my demons with both fists

Another back is stabbed

Back to back deaths and casual sex

Acting happy while actually depressed

Paint that clown face on for the audience

They’ll sing along to songs about your illness

Realize I never gave a fuck about success

But this is the only job that I can still get before I’m past tense

That’s word to my dead friends

Each night feels like it might be my last show

My fans party on blow while I’m crying, old and sober

Trapped inside their iPhone photo folders

With those ghosts of Christmas past

And laughs from back before good times were over

Turn on the autopilot and my answer is «No, no!»

Dangle a carrot in front of me, fuck that

«Yes, Yes!»

Yoko Ono, get that?

Thought about sleeping on bridges in Europe

But tired of living the life of an ex-pat loner

My body is here, but I’m dying to go home

Wishing that I could feel love again

But I’ve been out of control and solo

Everything’s costing an arm and a leg

And a heart and a head

I’m ready for anything

Waiting for this to end

Everything’s costing an arm and a leg

And a heart and a head

I’m ready for anything

The glory on stage don’t last enough

Night after night still trying to catch that rush

They’re watching me hang myself for rounds of applause

Back in your town again like a half-assed Santa Claus

With bags of merch at a truck stop

Whistling Christmas tunes at the gas pump

Feel like Pat and wanna quit rap and punk

Half my friends are dead

From tragic accidents, bad habits and madness

And the other half’s locked up

If I’m ever done from an airplane crash or drugs

Just call it what it was mufucka that sad, fat luck

Yeah, that’s sad, fat luck

If you’ve gotta ask, «What's love?»

That’s sad, fat luck

If you’re in a casket young, that’s sad, fat luck

And if you can’t stand this song, here’s half a fuck

Been inhibited by the fact that I’m miserable

And I don’t got any particular vision of living to build

In the middle of critical minutes wishing to feel

The finish of quitting my physical

When the moments were difficult

It’s ridiculous being so fucking overly cynical

Insignificant, trivial, when I’m really seeking pivotal change

Sickening to be acting like a typical man

Don’t remember the women that I’ve been sticking my dick into

Fully faking the funk and I feel the fucking is pitiful

What’s the apple I bit into?

Is the worm or the apple more sinful?

Man, I’ve been faking the funk and I feel the fucking is pitiful

Run, Lola, run, fast as you can

Please start again, I got the bends

Somebody fix my Radiohead

Without guns, without meds

Run, Lola, run, fast as you can

Please start again, I got the bends

Somebody fix my Radiohead

Without guns, without meds

Been inhibited by the fact that I’m miserable

And I don’t got any particular vision of living to build

In the middle of critical minutes wishing to feel

The finish of quitting my physical

When the moments were difficult

In reality I love you too much

To want to be dragging you through mud

In a NeverEnding Story horse’s death

I’m forced to rest

Like oldest tortoises or crying Orbison

Divorce your gorgeousness

The most important things have been written then torn to shreds Still mourn and

wish that I was born equipped

It hurts us both, I think

Like growth of bones, it stings

Everything’s costing an arm and a leg

And a heart and a head

I’m ready for anything

Waiting for this to end

Everything’s costing an arm and a leg

And a heart and a head

Everything’s costing an arm and a leg

And a heart and a head