The Sound

On the blank lines ring the words right
Sing the same things for the new fight
Did you forget I give it my best but not only take the worst
When the song rings through your new skin will you listen

I will go back to the sound with good luck
With good luck
If you keep the backbeat down with good luck
With good luck

On the same lines
It's about time
Curse the sad site of your white trite
And it's always the same
I give it away but it just comes right back
When the song rings through your new skin will you listen

I will go back to the sound with good luck
With good luck
If you keep the backbeat down with good luck
With good luck

I will go back to the sound with good luck
With good luck
If you keep the backbeat down with good luck
With good luck

I will go back to the sound
I will go back to the sound
I will go back to the sound with good luck
With good luck