Black cat crossing
The chicken followed suit
Three mice with no eyes
Under the farmer’s boot
There’s not enough salt
There’s not enough shoulders
Only seeing six
And 13-leaf clovers
You’re walking under ladders
I’m stuck here on the low rung

We can sink the eight ball
Right out of the pocket
We keep an albatross
Pinned in our locket
Overhead the horseshoe
Keeps on spinning
The red sky’s blue
We’re stuck swimming
You'rе walking under ladders
I'm stuck herе on the low rung

There’s more crack than sidewalk
The mirror’s in shards
Umbrellas are opened
When it’s raining indoors
We were wished good luck
Before taking the stage
We took the third light
From the same flame
All of this bad luck
Mere superstition
All of our lives
Little more than fiction
We found the glass ceiling
Could only carve our names
An unkindness of ravens
Left to right into the pane
Nothing seems to matter
Our swan song’s not sung
You’re walking under ladders
I’m stuck here on the low rung
You’re walking under ladders
I’m stuck here on the low rung