The air is so clear, the sky is so
Blue, I know what you mean, I feel
Lucky too. I found a dollar, it's like
A dream. I love this place, my slurpee is
So green

So much easier to think we did this all
Ourselves, so much easier to let our hearts
Do what they've felt. To throw our chips up in
The air, and let the praise fall where it may
I feel lucky

It's a well known fact, our hearts are black
A maze full of mice, a game of cosmic dice
A never-ending quiz, is all you think this
Is. A gaping black hole, all the glory that
You stole

There's no such thing as luck