Empty Promises Poem by Saul Palti

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 a 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 it 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