Bad Omens Lyrics

Bad Omens

Its bad luck, the end game
Feed the players teeth and tales
A river, dried out now
No more gold for you to lay out

Woes and blows, give it up now
While you’re still on the cusp
It’s a bad omen, the purveyors of lost treasures
Without measure

Oh what is left of your two cents? A scene
It’s time to leave the game now
Is it though? I guess so
Give me one more dance

A triumph owned with bluff and loans
A few good stories
Late night glories
It’s a bad look, give your all
While you’re not in control
It’s bad omens, they’re good players
You’re a bad loser
Who cares now?
Oh what is left of your two cents, a scene
It’s hard to leave the game now
Is it though? I guess so
Let me draw the line
Oh what is left of your two cents, a scene
It’s time to leave the game now
Is it though? I guess so
Lost youth can’t be reclaimed