Good Luck

Larry's in Vegas with some chick from L.A

The best things are sevens; the sex is just okay

"So please stay," she says, "Just stay."

'Cause there's a show at eleven, the drinks are all free

Maybe you could do better for yourself, but not me

So please stay, keep me company

All the while thinking this is the good luck

He stays with her most of the time

It takes time to make these machines run

And people are so unkind

Gets kind of nervous when it used to be hard

She takes the edges off evenings

In bedrooms and backseats of big cars

All the while thinking this is the good luck

He stays with her most of the time

It takes time to make these machines run

And people are so unkind

People are so unkind

She looks in the mirror to make sure she's here

She keeps disappearing and dreaming

Of movie stars, weddings, nothing is happening

He tries not to notice, she thinks he doesn't care

Capture yourself in a jar and stay there

Until you vanish to thin air

All the while thinking this is the good luck

He stays with her most of the time

It takes time to make these machines work

But he ain't got time while she's riding in black cars

He pokes at the sky to see if he can make stars

And people are so unkind

People are so unkind

People are so unkind

People are so unkind

People are so unkind

People are so unkind