One hound starts barking,nSets the whole pack offnNever try to pinch offnAny more than you can flushnnDon't sit and snivel while your lifenIs going to the dogsnBecause you can't lament the consequencenOf ignoring Murphy's LawnnWhen you're sitting around on a curbstonenAnd you're wondering, What the fuck?nIt's then you realize: You're shit outta lucknnWe're drinkin' all the dopes upnAnd they're smoking all the beersnThe police came, kicked in the doorsnAnd cuffed 'em by the earsnnYou know you're damned if you don'tnAnd twice damned if you donWe say if you think that waynYou'll end up in the stewnnWhen you're sitting there on a blocknOf stone and you're wondering, What the fuck?nThe jailman shakes his keys at you, hanShit outta lucknnWhen you're sitting there with yournHead in hand and you're wondering, What the fuck?nIt's then you realize: You're shit outta lucknnThe world is Hell handbasket boundnAnd coming to an endnWe'd better hoard up all the boozenAnd drink it with our friendsnnWhen you're lying there bubbling,nGurgling with your face down in the mucknWith angels hovering, whispering:nYou're shit outta lucknSt. Peter, God and Jesus say:nYou're shit outta lucknWhen even old Beelzebub won't have you:nShit outta luck