Bad luck wind been blowing at my back
I was born to bring trouble to wherever
I'm at. Got the number thirteen tattooed on my neck,
When the ink starts to itch, then the black will turn to red.

I was born in the soul of misery
Never had me a name,
They just gave me the number when I was young.

Got a long line of heartache,
I carry it well.
The list of lives
I've broken reach from here to hell.
Bad luck been blowing at my back,
I pray you don't look at me, I pray I don't look back.