Woke up this morning with a start
There was a pounding in my heart
The calendar screamed the number thirteen
Am I alive or caught in a dream
I am not a believer in superstition
But life is a shambolic condition
Friday thirteenth unlucky for some
Saw a black cat son of a gun
Thirteen disciples sat down for a meal
Jesus was crucified how does it feel
Friday thirteenth unlucky for some
Shaved and then the mirror cracked
My reflection disappeared fact
Spilt the salt on the floor of the kitchen
Threw it over my shoulder just wishing
Walked under a ladder it’s a cardinal sin
Umbrella open in house it’s looking grim
Friday thirteenth unlucky for some
Judas escariot was pure scum
Norse god Loki is on the prowl indeed
Mischief and deception guaranteed
Friday thirteenth unlucky for some
