B. B. King - Bad Luck lyrics

Would you like

To slip away into the garden

Where mystery flies

And magical vines

Twist and turn inside your mind

It's a blast

Here at the ole whimsical gardens

Where everyone dreams

Grand illusions are freed

From the constant poisons that we breathe

Yes tonight, we'll lay in the garden

Where we'll bury our souls into the ground

Then tonight, we'll pray in the garden

Where we'll lift our souls from out of the ground

Just relax

And we will feast on your emotions

Open your mouth and let it come out

Every single word will form a phrase

Don't refrain

Are you so full of so much anger

Every stitch on your lip starts to itch

Until it all comes pouring out your lids

Yes tonight we'll lay in the garden

Where we'll bury our souls into the ground

Then tonight we'll pray in the garden

And we'll lift our souls from out of the ground