Superstition

that's all they are just superstitions

in your head a mental condition

etched into your mind leaving a scar

just superstitions that's all they are

a four leaf clover lucky if eaten

anything to stop getting beaten

I'll even search the whole field over

lucky if eaten a four leaf clover

counting the crows one's bad two's lucky

higher the number it gets yucky

this is a fable everyone knows

one's bad two's lucky counting the crows

brake a mirror bad luck seven years

no sense in wasting all of those tears

as trepidation becomes clearer

bad luck seven years brake a mirror

a predictor of death the Jinxed bird

important it shouldn't be disturbed

twisting it's neck it takes your last breath

the Jinxed bird a predictor of death

step on a crack brake your mother's back

on the sidewalk with kids during snack

I knew where each one was I kept track

brake your mother's back step on a crack

my favorite day unlucky thirteen

or like in March it's the color green

but for some people it's not that way

unlucky thirteen my favorite day

with ringing bells we frighten spirits

as children sing religious lyrics

unknowingly casting binding spells

we frighten spirits with ringing bells

the horseshoe and the number seven

seemed to be blessed as if by heaven

so many people believe it's true

the number seven and the horseshoe

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