One day I had spoke/ to a man through his eyes
I saw what he saw, as it cropped up in his mind
Said « what’s the procedure?, do I keep my design »
No you’re gone, you’re gone, gone
Hey!
You don’t know how lucky you are
You don’t know how lucky you are
She acts like a martyr/ she’s got God on her face
The world’s her disciple/ and I’m the head of the slaves
Things must get done/ in such peculiar ways
There she goes, there she goes, there she goes
Hey!
8 o’clock Terry/ 10 o’clock Sally
Gotta a little pill to give
5 o’click Patti/ 6 o’clock Betty
You don’t know how lucky you are
You don’t know how lucky you are
The world is on fire/ as you quiken your pace
To squeeze out the venom/ of the whole human race
The things you provide us/ Have sent us to our graves
But you’re gone, you’re gone, your gone
Hey!
You don’t know how lucky you are
You don’t know how lucky you are
8 o’clock Terry/ 10 o’clock Sally
Gotta a little pill to give
5 o’clock Patti/ 6 o’clock Betty
You don’t know how lucky you are
You don’t know how lucky you are x2