♪Can we take it lower and don't stop againFighting in bus stops, crying in subwaysLosing our baggage in public transitWhat we're thinking over, getting drunk againI need a bed and you've been a black catI see a black cat in the morningWhere we're walking down the path to run fromYou've got bad luck, but it's my luck to run fromIn terror, you've got bad luck, but it's my luckNow bodies bent around barsAnd drivers take care in the backseat of immigrant carsAnd little goldmine inventions can face swap you with smileAnd I'll forgive you for a whileCause it's your home field advantageSwedish and Spanish, all your mild-flavored mannersAnd all our happy endingsUntil you're losing your place in a monthIn that job that I spent half a year onAin't paying in the moonI think I see a black cat just walking down the path to run fromYou've got bad luck, but it's my luck to run fromIn terror, you've got bad luck, but it's my luck to run fromIn terror, you've got bad luck, but it's my luck to run fromIn terror, you've got bad luck, but it's my luck to run fromIn terror, you've got bad luck, but it's my luck to run fromIn terror, you've got bad luck, but it's my luck to run from