Your discovery of antifreeze as a favourite drink
Ain’t coming until Act III.
All that matters now is this man on speed is your friend in need,
Ask Lady Luck out on a Friday,
Take Lady Luck out on a Friday night
And you hit the town, but it hits you back
And you can’t get up for the rest of your life,
It’s a Permanent Knockdown,
And you can’t get up for the rest of your life.
Peaceful like the liquid that passed your lips when the bottle kissed you,
You pass out among the leaves.
Well this alley leads to a valley of losers with slashed wrists
Who took Lady Luck out on a Friday…
and they hit the town but it hit right back
Yeah it sure is hard not to take to heart all the shit that floats,
But dig deeper — you’ll never notice
the stink and grime, if you don’t waste time staring at your clothes
Ask Lady Luck out on a Friday…
Go on, hit the town, maybe it won’t hit back
And you won’t go down for the rest of your life
in a Permanent Knockdown…