Stella, play me "Bad Luck" (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) (I get too much to claim) Shit! (I get too drunk through pain) (I get in on my own way) (It's always that one thing) Testing, testing Can anyone hear me? Can anyone hear me? (Fuck!) Day two-hundred and forty six, I still have yet to hear from home base I'm officially running low on food, water, and oxygen Still no sign of any base to refuel I have one day's worth of fuel left SOS! SOS! My label, I can't go on forward 'cause they playing Taking my jacket, yeah, but the baggage Come in with some ransom, for man, super magnet Can't play here with the crowd, let's go, right now This life we live, it might get fouled I don't like it, don't give a damn Like, oh-whoa-whoa I get too much to claim I get too drunk through pain I get in on my own way It's always that one thing