The Lucky Ones - The Crookes

Come, come, here come the lucky ones

Marching powder and champagne

Dripping desire, hidden behind warpaint

And they’re like mannequins, they’re all dressed the same

I guess we better look alive or else acquire the taste

Oh come on

Don’t ya wanna be a lucky one?

It goes on and on, like staring at the sun

Do you wanna be a lucky one?

Come, come, here come the frenzy

If I see glitter it must be gold

Pouring around me, teasing my self-control

Oh what a wonderful world, but it’s so hard to speak

I keep fumbling my words 'cos my tongue’s in my cheek

Oh come on

Don’t you wanna be a lucky one?

It goes on and on, like staring at the sun

Do you wanna be a lucky one?

Oh come on

Don’t you wanna be a lucky one?

It goes on and on, like staring at the sun

Do you wanna be a lucky one?

My eyes on your mouth

As warm breath is spilling out

And that life you dreamt about

Chewed you up, spat you out

And the nights are so absurd

And the days are all so blurred

I need help;

I need her

Truth spills out in a slur

As we’re walking out back, with the glass

Lotteries and loaded guns, honey look at what you could’ve won

We’re dancing with the lucky ones

Place your bets let’s go all in, honey look at what you could’ve been

We’re dancing with the lucky ones

Oh come on, come on, don’t ya wanna be a lucky one?

It goes on and on, like staring at the sun

Do you wanna be a lucky one?