Harry - Lucky Guys

Ooh, lucky guys
Lucky guys (lucky guys)
Are feeling so fine (so fine, so fine)
Soon they'll die
Just after they've crossed the line

Ooh, lucky guys
(Lucky guys think they're making it fine)
Ooh, lucky guys
(Lucky guys are about to cross the line)

You are nothing
But a bunch of faggots
Under your fancy clothes
You look like overgrown maggots

Ooh, lucky guys
(Ooh, lucky guysm they're about to die)

You think you are something neat
But you've only become stalker's meat
Come on, let's fight
And see who's the real lucky guys

A fair fightm hand to hand
And in the endjust one will stand
Lucky guysm you must die, you must die