I'm not happy with how things are going for myself
I'm not happy
I'm not happy with how things have been going for everybody else
And there's just a shell of reason
It's a turtleshell
And the turtle's getting tired 'cause this place is hell
So far from the ocean or the banks or the sea
Or the lake or the coast of the strait or the bog or the pond or the estuary
Pretty much any body of water you can think
But the only one I got around is a sink
So I'm standing with a turtleshell
Screaming, why you leaving so soon
Out the window to the sky like the loon
I just wish that the moon wouldn't wait
For the day to be done
There's so much fun to be had
In the light
Or the night
I don't care anymore
I just pray to the moon that it never goes down
For that turtle and everybody in the town
But it still goes down
While the turtle walks slowly away from everybody
I remember what he said
He said, "Don't drink all your money
"Don't use all your novel papers to roll
"If you've gotta smoke then don't let your lungs take such a toll
"Use a bowl
"Make some friends so you never feel alone
"Maybe throw a dog a bone
"Or perhaps some food for a cat or a turtle
"Either way I'll be moving to grass more fertile
"So good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck"
And I need it
If you don't get it
Then repeat it
Good luck, good luck, good luck, good luck
And I take it
I say luck's just fine
I don't need nothing else
Got this shell and my mind
I'll take luck anyday
Pray it never goes away
Oh, I think and remember that phrase
And repeat it
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good luck
Good lord, good luck