Scum of the earthly, I plug into that one plus one equals 13

Summer of love, sleep under a murder of crows

They sorta circle his lawn, pokin′ at serpents and skulls

Workin' a curious beak, he′s seekin' mercy on his virtuous bones

We see this ain't the type of jury that votes

I know you tryin′ to find a little bit of math in your misfortune

Miss him with the supernatural, there has to be some order

There has to be some more to hoarding rabbits feet and wishbones

Horseshoes over door-frames, Feng Shui, fishbowls

Plant life dies when I bop through the glade

Docs lose hope, popes burst into flames, I′m the worst

Crashed out crown made of black clouds

Troll-face roll snake eyes from a glass house

Passionately waiting in a sea of cursed funk

I'm a vacationing Brady with a tiki, surf′s up

If anybody out there, show me a sign

Leaders of the free world blowin' on dice

We load our bowls, we close our eyes

My bed got two wrong sides and a yawning

Dreamcatcher full of me falling, it′s haunting

No causality, back the bad juju

It's act of irrationality, brash and a tad cuckoo at last

A little superstition stupify the hoard

Treating reasonable norms like warriors to unhorse

There is no amount of tourmalated quartz

That would counter the disturbance in the force he endures

Flip a quarter ten times, count ten times tails

The four leaves fail, live from the slime trail

Where luck is a white whale, love is a work of fiction

Amity is a service sold outside his jurisdiction

Sure, his mercy is a myth in all the worlds there ever were

It send a curious insurgent to an early sepulcher

And that sucks, foxhole crashed

My two lucky socks don′t match

My Hanzo's scratched

If anybody out there, show me a sign

Leaders of the free world blowin' on dice

We load our bowls, we close our eyes

Ayy, when you wish upon a barn star

Deliver us from "nyuck, nyuck" and "hardy-har-har"

Deliver shady Lady Luck from the dark arts

She turn a basic straight shooter to a card shark, quick

I′m writing from the plight of the godless

Where pagans swap piety for shinier objects

And pretend to be a perfect pile of science and logic

Though it hasn′t got us any less divided and conquered, look

The rock shock still knock on wood

No shame, still aim for the top of the food... chain

My lucky sevens only ever make it up to six

Every three tries, Satan kind of wins

Untied shoes alive on a wild goose

The winner is unrelenting, the kindling is fireproof

Got a face for radio, break a mirror every morn'

Turn seven years into seven more, it′s yours

If anybody out there, show me a sign

Leaders of the free world blowin' on dice

We load our bowls, we close our eyes