Long Shot

(Five, six, seven, fifty) You fucked it up You should've quit 'Til circumstances Had changed a bit - ah You fucked it up You jumped the gun I swore you off but You climbed back on And when you said Of course you know Could I be blamed If I'd wished i

I felt it, the wire touched my neck And then someone pulled it tighter I never saw it coming, I started to black out And then someone said good morning I took it as a warning I should have seen it coming So now I'll take a chance on This thing we may