It's got nothing to do with lucknAnd it's got nothing to do with sinnYou said, God's got it in for you. You're fucked nBut I don't believe in him.nnStanding underneath nStars and satellitesnnI can see it out of the corner of my eye But this time I've got a running startnWhat a perfect match, I thoughtnYour black eyes and my black heartnnnStanding underneath nStars and satellitesnAnd the sky's not falling on my head tonightnnIt's in my bloodnNo, not that tired clichenFor me it's literalnJust check the hospital billnnIt's in my heartnFiled under left for dead nSewn together with a needle and threadnIt's in my headnnHistory is fictionnGod can't touch us nownWe're out of his jurisdictionnnWe are invinciblenWe may bend, but we will not be broken