Lupen Crook - 6=8...The Remainder of a Formula Self lyrics

Say, what be the name of the troubles you run from? Okay with you if I tag along? Chatter-boxing Sing-along I've got plenty of songs in my suitcase of stories I'll bring them along Chatterbox you to d**h Sing them all day long I'm not one for leaving I'm not fond of coming back But I'm one for believing In relieving yourself from the life that you're trapped Six if you're lucky and eight if you're not Well it's six if you're lucky and eight if you're not You'd better run for your life kid The whole worlds gone to pot (s) pans and pieces Lot's of little pieces, or have you forgot?