作曲 : Boland, McKenzie, Robertson
One Hound 
Starts Barking 
Sets The Whole 
Pack Off Never 
Try To Pinch 
Off Anymore 
Than You Can 
Flush Don’t 
Sit And Sniver 
While Your 
Life Is Going 
To The Dogs 
Because You 
Can’t Lament 
The Consequence 
Of Ignoring 
Murphy’s Law 
When You’re 
Sitting Around 
On A Curbstone 
And You’re 
Wondering 
What The Fuck 
It’s Then 
You Realize 
You’re Shit 
Outta Luck 
We’re Drinkin’ 
All The Dopes 
Up And They’re 
Smoking Up 
The Beers 
The Police 
Came, Kicked 
In The Doors 
And Cuffed ‘
Em By The 
Ears You Know 
You’re Damned 
If Ye Don’t 
And Twice 
Damned If 
You Do We 
Say If You 
Think That 
Way You’ll 
End Up In 
The Stew When 
You’re Sitting 
There On A 
Block Of Stone 
And You’re 
Wondering 
What The Fuck 
The Jailman 
Shakes His 
Keys At You 
Hah Shit Outta 
Luck When 
You’re Sittin’ 
There With 
Your Head 
In Hand And 
You’re Wondering 
What The Fuck 
It’s Then 
You Realise 
You’re Shit 
Outta Luck 
The World 
Is Hell Handbasket 
Bound And 
Coming To 
An End We’d 
Better Hoard 
Up All The 
Booze And 
Drink It With 
Our Friends 
When You’re 
Lying There 
Bubbeling 
Gurgeling 
With Your 
Face Down 
In The Muck 
With Angels 
Hovering Whispering 
You’re Shit 
Outta Luck 
St. Peter, 
God And Jesus 
Say You’re 
Shit Outta 
Luck When 
Even Old Beelzebub 
Won’t Have 
Ye… Shit Outta 
Luck