Short on Luck (Acoustic)

Don't worry of your black heart

There's no need to over flow

The beating had a false start

And your father will always know

You took it in the best stride

Hoping your sister would never know

That daddy had a bad side

He kept hidden down below

Woah oh

Woah oh

Woah oh

And growing up was alright

Trading sticks and breaking bones

And living in your own mind

Finding freedom in every note

But then you met a second heart

Showed you Left of the Dial

And spinning on that forty-five

You fought back with a microphone

Woah oh

Woah oh

Woah oh

Woah oh

While you were growing up

You were short on luck

Your headphones set to drown

But you can close your eyes, think of alibi's

Athena won't hear a sound

But here's to waking up the blood that's in your cup

And you can scream I'm still alive

We're all still alive

Woah oh

Woah oh

Woah oh

Woah oh