Spark a dog-end, roll up smoke
Got a lot of real good friends
She draws you like a siren
To the accident once more
You're lying in your good intent
And you just ask for more
Your lucky days, two at a time
The way this town can beat you down
She knows when you're on the bone
Your accomplice and your witness
But you sold your ticket home
Like a bottle or a friend
When you hit bottom, don't bother crying
All good things come to an end
But the bad ones seem to take their time
Your lucky days two at a time
The way this town can beat you down
She speaks in contradictions
That can knock you to the floor
Satisfaction's her addiction
And she'll burn you to like a whore
Like a bottle or a friend
When you hit bottom, don't bother crying
All good things come to an end
But the bad ones seem to take their time
Your lucky days two at a time
There was a man you could have been
Your lucky days two at a time
The way this town can beat you down