Out of Egypt

Well, I never got a lift out of Egypt
And it seems I’ll never get back home
And I always write better when I’m sleeping
I forgot to write or even phone.
Well, I never looked better than at Blenheim
And I never really tried to cut it up
And I always crossed out all the answers
And I always seem to have another chance
But there’s no luck.
There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
Well, I never tried shooting at strangers
I just never seemed to find enough time
And I was just dying so easily
When I felt you tugging at my sleeve.
Well, I never looked better than at Blenheim
And I never really tried to give it up
And I always crossed out all the answers
And I always seem to have another chance
But there’s no luck.
There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
There’s no luck, there’s no luck.
Maybe I was braver then
Maybe I’ll be brave again
Maybe I could cry again
Maybe I could die again.
But ev’ry day just passes by
As lonely as a pack of cards
And I don’t get any calls
I don’t really care at all.