Paint it black

Si mi vida tuviera banda sonora, esta sería la canción principal.

Some people like to gamble,

But you, you always lose

Some people like to rock 'n' roll,

you're always singin' the blues

You gotta nasty disposition

No one really knows the reason why,

You gotta bad bad reputation

Gonna hang your head down and cry...

You got bad, bad luck

Bad, bad luck

Thirteen's my lucky number,

To you it means stay inside

Black cat done crossed my path,

No reason to run and hide

You're looking through a cracked mirror

No one really knows the reason why

Your enemies are gettin' nearer

Gonna hang down your head and cry...

Some people go to church on Sundays, 

others they pray at home

You tell them that there ain't no God,

that they're better off standin' alone

You're always scratchin' at the eight ball,

No one really knows the reason why

You get to the top and then you fall, 

Gonna hang down your head and cry

'Bad Luck', Social Distortion