I was born beneath a bad sign

And no matter how I try

I’m gonna be a bad man

Until the day I die

My nightmares seem to haunt me

They follow me around

I try my best to help, and I

Get beaten to the ground

When I think I’m on the up

I’m just preparing for a fall

If it wasn’t for the bad luck

I would have no luck at all

Seems like all my good intentions

Turn and kick me in the crotch

Might as well confess, I’ve got

The anti Midas touch