I'll love yo till the moon is falling
Into the setting sun
I'll need you for all my tomorrows
More than anymore
I'm stuck on Padre Island
And I'm singing penitentiary blues
I'm looking at your pictures, babe
I wish I had my walking shoes
So this is my luck
I was born, a natural disaster
And I'm all out of luck, once again
A walking disaster
As this planets turning
And I'm gazing into space
With every second heartbeat
I can still see your face
So this is my luck
I was born, a natural disaster
And I'm all out of luck, once again
A walking disaster
So this is my luck
I was born, a natural disaster
And I'm all out of luck, once again
A walking disaster
All out of luck
So this is my luck
I was born, a natural disaster
And I'm all out of luck, once again
A walking disaster
So this is my luck
I was born, a natural disaster
And I'm all out of luck, once again
A walking disaster
The future moon is falling
Into the setting sun
I'll need you for all my tomorrows
More than anymore
I'm stuck on Padrе Island
And I'm singing penitentiary blues
I'm looking at your picturеs, babe
I wish I had my walking shoes
All Out of Luck was written by George Bellas & Phil Mogg.
All Out of Luck was produced by Mike Varney.