"52" Songtext
von Combustible Edison

Fortune is bleak
A dog returns to his master
Too much luck is bad luck
A man who lives well
Stands to pocket his winnings
He′ll raise his hand and emerge unscathed
Face the good life alone
Too much luck is bad luck


King watching with his queen
A deck below the sea
The pair had weakness in the heart
Marked them from the start
No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man

A man who wins more than his share
Finds doubt cast on his skill
Rewards bestowed from who knows where
Betray the player's hand
No man has enough luck to save himself from his fellow man

Fortune is bleak
A dog returns to his master
Too much luck is a gift
A curse, a sign
Too much luck is bad luck