My friends swear I keep passing on bad luck
Kept those words out my mouth their just bad luck

Centipede
Not a world left to see
To believe
Such a shame it's not free
But rest assured, the pay off is next to none
Rest assured

Send me links I'm trying to know no-one
All the gods that I've found none for me
None for me

Centipede to a certain degree
I believe in the corniest things
I think I did
Artist starts fading out
Down it goes

It's a bad break
You call out my name
It's a poor sap
I couldn't save face