Feels like a heist when you wake me up.
Some clothes are thrown then I'm pushed down a corri-
dor, on front doorstep for the last time.
I don't look back as we tear away.
The scene is set for another day, we will go past your
marker then go darker.

Oh- I've got myself a lucky number.
Oh- myself , my sisters and my brothers.

What happened next he would never say.
The tables turned and he did escape he went south into
spain and lived his days there.
But when news came that he passed away.
You could not find him in his grave, he had gone into
darknight, endless walking.

Oh- I've got myself a lucky number.
Oh- myself, my sisters and my brothers.

I think if you look that it seems that a man has escaped.
He has got away and he won't come back for many year.
I think if you check that it seems that you made a mis-
take, he has got away and he won't come back for a
long, long year.

Oh- I've got myself a lucky number.
Oh- myself , my sisters and my brothers.