Lucky One - White Lung

his hard luck of yours

I hold it in my hand

Before my fever breaks

I’ll grind your bones to sand

I expect nothing from you

I expect nothing from you

You are the lucky one

I’m a dying breed

It all comes undone when you’re in front of me

You found me

Dumb and antsy

You found me

Playing fancy

Sit, sit, sit, little swine

Sit, sit, sit, you’re doing fine

My eyes have no mind

I’m all mute and spent

I ate your infection

But I’ll never pay your rent

I expect nothing from you

I want everything, I do

You are the lucky one

I’m a dying breed

It all comes undone when you’re in front of me

You found me

Dumb and antsy

You found me

Playing fancy

Sit, sit, sit, little swine

Sit, sit, sit, You’re doing fine

Sit, sit, sit, Valentine

Sit, sit, sit, you’re doing fine

You are the lucky one

I’m a dying breed

It all comes undone when you’re in front of me

You found me

Dumb and antsy

You found me

While I fake