I've fucked up again, it's all my fault
So turn me around and face the wall
And read me my rights and tell me I am wrong
Until it gets into my thick skull
A slap on the wrist, a stab in the back
Torture me, I've been a bad boy
Nail me to the cross and tell me you have won
I lost before I did any wrong...
I'm hexed with regrets and bad luck
So keep your distance, it's rubbin off
Or you will be damned to spend your life in hell
Or earth with me dangled at your feet
You've finally met your nemesis
Disguised as your fatal long lost love
So kiss it goodbye until death do we part
You fell for a jinx for cryin out loud...
Bad luck is hangin around you
Bad luck is hangin around you
Bad luck is hangin around you
Bad luck is hangin around you
source: Songteksten.nl
mixer: Chris LordâAlge
engineer: Ken Allardyce
co-engineer: Tony Flores
recorded by: Ken Allardyce
Producer: Rob Cavallo; Green Day
lyricist: Billie Joe Armstrong
composer: Green Day
musicbrainz_work_id: d0b12ef2-8f12-4f0c-b6bc-28c4f1431b41
Language: english
Mood: Energetic; Freewheeling; Raucous; Rousing; Boisterous; Exuberant; Playful; Irreverent; Quirky; Rowdy; Rebellious; Rollicking; Manic; Messy
Theme: Cool & Cocky; Guys Night Out; Hanging Out; TGIF; Drinking
Style: Alternative Pop/Rock; Alternative/Indie Rock; Post-Grunge; Punk-Pop; Punk Revival