"laid back but malevolent sounding twisted Americana meets the bloke outta Arab Strap..."
Make Your Own Luck
Sat waiting for you to appear – Making eyes at the girl behind the bar
And the guilt I should be feeling is at the bottom of another empty jar
You think you’re so damn pretty – well I think that, baby, you are not the one.
You say I’m lucky to have you, well I’ll make my own luck from now on
Well I met your mother
On the filming of Trisha
She looked so lonely
I just had to kiss her
She was so experienced
And I recognised her
Cos it was her who was working behind the bar
Sat waiting for you to appear - Making eyes at the girl behind the bar
And the guilt I should be feeling is at the bottom of another empty jar
You think you’re so damn pretty – well I think that, baby, you are not the one.
You say I’m lucky to have you, well I’ll make my own luck from now on
We married on Kilroy
And here’s your lesson
I hold your papers
You legally belong to me
I hope you’re happy
With your new pappy
And don’t you ever try to fuck with me again
Oh no – don’t you ever try to fuck with me again
And tonight girl, be home way before 10.
Don’t make me mad, woman!