Lyrics 777 - Greye

I kicked the hornet's nest, I bit the hand that fed me
I stirred the pot into a twister and it blew the windows in
Now I need some luck, call heaven, dial seven, seven, seven

I wished upon a star, I threw a stone into the well
I crossed my fingers into knots, and then I spun around in circles
Now I need some luck, call heaven, dial seven, seven, seven

Good things come to those who wait
Take a number, 'cause it could be a while
For those who know they can't be patient
I've got big man on speed dial, seven, seven, seven

I threw the salt over my shoulder, stared into the evil eye
I knocked on wood, thought I was good but still
I have come up dry
Yeah, I need some luck, call heaven, dial seven, seven, seven

Good things come to those who wait
Take a number, 'cause it could be a while
For those who know they can't be patient
I've got big man on speed dial, seven, seven, seven
Yeah, good things come to those who wait
Take a number, 'cause it could be a while
For those who know they can't be patient
I've got big man on speed dial, seven, seven, seven
Seven, seven, seven