Empty promises

I got a real bad feeling down in my gut
that the trouble has only just begun
I feel as though my history is about to get me hung
its as if iv been divorced by lady luck

she was cool and crisp just as the springs breeze
and I swore I was better than the disease
im still holding tightly to her garment
and these lies I tell are full of shit and are blatant

just another trip through Babylon
all tired from the storm and all alone
I guess fortune favours the strong
oh mother please tell me im wrong