Superstition

Superstitious slithering snake, inside the studio

Wreckless wizard watching his back, you wonder who he owe

Knocking on wood three times before I step out the front door

Crossing both my fingers for luck, praying that I get home

Waking up, the sun's on the move, good morning's what I say

Sleeps the son of deaths uncle Will, avoid him everyday

Chilling knowing that I'll be good, I'll stress another day

Living all my days to the fullest, don't care what people say

Superstition, it's on the rise

Black cats and tears in your eyes