Texty: Fantomas. Experiment In Terror.

This luck you can't buy
Won't touch you this time
One day this dirty stool pigeon will fly

Halos and charmed lives
I'll help you next time
One day this dirty stool pigeon will fly

And hear the angels sing
Reach out and spread my wings in hell

Your luck has run dry
Caught in the bullseye
Today this pretty little birdy will die
Will die, will die

No singing tonight