It’s better that I know now, much better off knowing what I know now, If I’m getting out alive, then no amount of worrying will break my stride. I believe superstition, bad luck to my dismay! I gotta throw this salt over my shoulder, but will it make the pain go away? I hold to my chest a four-leaf clover, as I walk beneath a ladder - why worry? Over and over... all this caution,
When all I know is I’m alive, and I know is I got time.
This is who we are, we’re heading right back to the start.
Medicated love, sometimes the push turns into shove.
So I believe in superstition, I’ll take what it throws at me. Push on through the smoke and mirrors, it won’t break the best of me. Mother Nature’s got her own way, you ain’t got much of a say so why worry? Over and over? All this concern...
When all I know is I’m alive!
This is who we are, we’re heading right back to the start.
Medicated love, sometimes the push turns into shove!
You’re outta luck, gotta get unstuck yeah!
I believe in, I believe in, I believe in superstition!
I believe in, I believe in, I believe in superstition!
So I walked out on superstition.