[Verse 1]
Can we take it lower?
Don't stop again
Fighting in bus stops
Crying in subways
Losing our baggage
In public transit
What we're thinking over
Getting drunk again
I need a bed and you've been a black cat

[Pre-Chorus]
I see a black cat in the moon
And we're walking down the path

[Chorus]
To run from
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
To-oo run from, in terror
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
Ooh, whoa

[Verse 2]
Nobody's been around bars, and
Driving [?] in the backseat of immigrant cars
And gold mine inventions can face-swap you a smile
And I'll forgive you for a whi-i-ile
'Cause it's your homefield advantage
Swedish and Spanish
All your milder flavors and manners
And all our happy endings
Uhh, until you're losing your place in a month
And that job that I spent half a year on ain't paying
[Pre-Chorus]
And the moon and I think I see your black cat is
Walking down the down the path

[Chorus]
To run from
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck
To run from, in terror
You'vе got bad luck, but it's my luck
To run from, in terror
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck

[Outro]
To run from, in terror
You'vе got bad luck, but it's my luck
To run from
You've got bad luck, but it's my luck