Mean Mr. Mustard says he's bored

Of life in The District

Can't afford the French Quarter high

Says it gets old real quick

And he pales up next to me

Scrawled on the pavement

It says:

Son, time is all the luck you need

And if I stay lucky then my tongue will stay tied

And I won't betray the things that I hide

There's not enough years underneath this belt

For me to admit the way that I felt

Mean Mr. Mustard says don't be

The wave that crashes

From a sea of discontent

He says he's wrestled with that blanket

It leaves you cold and wet

Any way you stretch it

Divine apathy! Disease of my youth

Watch that you don't catch it

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied

And I won't betray the things that I hide

There's not enough years underneath this belt

For me to admit the way that I felt

And I'm the wave that crashes

From a sea that turns itself

Inside out every chance I get to

See what it's like in hell

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied

And I won't betray the things that I hide

There's not enough years underneath this belt

For me to admit the way that I felt

And if I stay Lucky then my tongue will stay tied

And I won't betray the things that I hide

There's not enough years underneath this belt

For me to admit the way that I felt