Cool Hand Luke

Follow me on Spotify if you want, thanks. https://open.spotify.com/artist/5mkpepinG2G2HZUZ7cHGQX Blood n' money oh he's using again Trainspotting on the rails in a tin can Doesn't matter at the end of the day As long as he run away numb and empty Hit the bottle like he hit in the ring Hoping either woulda knocked him dead But he's alive and well and trying again With a sugar spoon and new syringe Fuck if I know what he's thinking Fuck if I know who's to blame Fuck if I even have an opinion It's not my battle to judge him at all Cause that Cool Hand Luke Gonna gamble, like a losing man Straight out of the gutters of Orleans Half witted and close to death He spent the last bit of money on Cigarettes Rundown and puckered up with both fists Aimed at a street sign he mistook for a man Who caught his shoulder as he pay Fuck if I know what he's thinking Fuck if I know who's to blame Fuck if I even have an opinion It's not my battle to judge him at all Cause that Cool Hand Luke Gonna gamble, like a losing man