DUMB LUCK

I’m gonna make shit tons of money and pray to Saint Thorazine
And the great state of New Orleans to keep my head on clean
The church bells ring like that broken clasp on the necklace 
We stole down on Tulane 
The drunk kids down by the shore with their yuk yuk yuk
I heard you cry but I was there in those crumbling remains

In the light of this year’s dumb luck
In the light, in the light, in the light, in the light of this year’s dumb luck

I’m feeling great about my story this morning on the four bus
No warnings just my bright wings, my work is all the buzz
The clouds drift by in a radium sky like pages you flip 
Just for me in our book
And I suppose in my own way I was thunderstruck 
The stories I know all spun by creeps and crooks

I’m gonna make shit tons of money and endeavor to big time save you
And behave true and not just cause I happen to crave you
The synapses of my brain snapping faster than I could 
Ever keep track of
But somewhere down deep in my heart I’m like aw fuck 
Every beast that flies or crawls just wants to be loved

SPOILER—THIS SONG IS ABOUT A MAN WHO SELLS “WORKS” TO HELP BUY HIS DRUGS AND WHO PLEDGES TO TAKE CARE OF SOMEONE HE ADORES

(c) Impermanent Music 2023 || David: piano, guitar, vocals, percussion, keyboards || Jake Johnson: percussion, keyboards, backing vocals