Lady Luck
Vigilantes of Love Lyrics


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Now if I were a politician
I'd want you on my ticket
If I were a hunter
I'd want you in my thicket
And if I were a brain surgeon
You'd be inside my knife
If I were a gambling man
You'd be inside my dice

I'm as selfish as a schoolboy
Enamored with his prick
Now my life is like (becomes) a handgun
And the hammer just went click

Now if I were a writer
I'd want you in my pen
If I were a junkie
I'd want you in my syringe
And if I sold magic potions
You'd be inside my vial
If I were on death row
You'd be inside my file

Now if I were a seamstress
I'd want you in my singer
If I were a safecracker darling
I'd want you in my fingers
If I robbed a seven eleven
You would be my faulty alarm
If I were a fornicator
You'd be inside my condom

I believe I see this lie
Coursing through this world of yours and mine
I've been breathing it in like atmosphere
I've been drinking it down like wine
It says "all you need is love"
And "you can be the judge of it"
Tastes ok for a little while
But then I wake up choking on my vomit

Something help me see
Just how worthless
Something help me excavate
Deep below the surface
something help me drown Lord
In your river of blood and grace




I know that I'm leperous
But hold me anyway

Overall Meaning

The song “Lady Luck” by Vigilantes of Love is a complex love song that surrounds itself with the themes of gambling and the possibilities that come with it. The opening lyrics, “Now if I were a politician/I'd want you on my ticket/If I were a hunter/I'd want you in my thicket" suggest that the singer is admiring and possibly even pursuing the love interest. Furthermore, the following lines mirror the same tone, “And if I were a brain surgeon/You'd be inside my knife/If I were a gambling man/You'd be inside my dice." The singer’s desire for the love interest goes beyond the conventional and into the realm of dangerous.


The lyrics continue to diverge into more unpredictable spaces, specifically in the following lines, “Now my life is like (becomes) a handgun/And the hammer just went click." The language is poetic, but also disturbing as the singer likens his life to a gun ready to take a life, with the hammer already down. Additionally, the lyrics continue to flit from one profession to another and if we are to take them literally, then we must conclude that the singer is a sexually active drug pusher, thief and fornicator. However, if we are to look beyond the surface, "Lady Luck" is a metaphorical love song that explores the possibility of love and its capacity to take you on dangerous, unexpected paths.


Line by Line Meaning

Now if I were a politician
If I held political office, you would be a valuable asset to my team.


I'd want you on my ticket
I would want you as a candidate on my political ticket.


If I were a hunter
In hunting, I would desire to have you as my companion.


I'd want you in my thicket
I would like you to be with me during my hunting expeditions.


And if I were a brain surgeon
If I were a medical professional operating on brains, I would like you to be my patient.


You'd be inside my knife
I would want to operate on your brain if I were a neurosurgeon.


If I were a gambling man
If I were inclined to take risks with my money, I'd have you around me.


You'd be inside my dice
I would want to involve you in my gambling ventures if I were a risk-taker.


I'm as selfish as a schoolboy
I'm extremely self-centered, like a school-going kid.


Enamored with his prick
As fond as an adolescent with their privates, that's how I feel.


Now my life is like (becomes) a handgun
My life has become like a gun, implying danger or roughness.


And the hammer just went click
Trigger has just been pulled, implying an action was taken.


Now if I were a writer
If my profession were writing, I'd want you to be my muse.


I'd want you in my pen
I would love to have you as an inspiration for my writing.


If I were a junkie
If I were addicted to drugs, I would like you to be my fix.


I'd want you in my syringe
You would be my addiction if I were into substance abuse.


And if I sold magic potions
If I marketed magical products, I'd want you to be my leading advocate.


You'd be inside my vial
I would want you to represent and demonstrate the efficacy of my magic products.


If I were on death row
If I had been convicted and sentenced to death, I'd want you to be my legal representative.


You'd be inside my file
You would be included in my case file if I were on death row.


Now if I were a seamstress
If I were a tailor or a dressmaker, I'd like you as my model or assistant.


I'd want you in my singer
I would love you to be included in my fashion designing projects.


If I were a safecracker darling
If I were a person that cracks safes, I would like you to assist me in my trade.


I'd want you in my fingers
You'd be my valuable asset if I were a safecracker.


If I robbed a seven eleven
If I stole from a convenience store, I'd like you to cover my tracks.


You would be my faulty alarm
You could be an instrument in helping me with robbing or stealing by creating distractions.


If I were a fornicator
If I were promiscuous, I'd like you to accompany me.


You'd be inside my condom
I would use you as my sex partner when being promiscuous.


I believe I see this lie
I perceive that there is something wrong or untrue.


Coursing through this world of yours and mine
It's all around us without us realizing it, affecting our world.


I've been breathing it in like atmosphere
I have been inhaling this falsehood and making it part of me without realizing it.


I've been drinking it down like wine
I have been taking in the lies and letting it become part of who I am.


It says "all you need is love"
The lie says that love is all that is required.


And "you can be the judge of it"
You can reason it out and decide for yourself about love being enough.


Tastes ok for a little while
Love may feel right in a brief moment in time.


But then I wake up choking on my vomit
But soon enough, the bitter reality sets in, making my life unbearable.


Something help me see
I need some guidance or support to help me understand.


Just how worthless
How insignificant, unimportant and meaningless, my life has become.


Something help me excavate
I need some help in digging deeper and discovering the root cause of my troubles.


Deep below the surface
The cause stems from deep within me and not external factors.


something help me drown Lord
I need divine assistance or intervention in overwhelming and conquering my troubles.


In your river of blood and grace
I need help in immersing myself in God's unfailing love and mercy.


I know that I'm leperous
I am aware that I am unclean and unworthy.


But hold me anyway
But I still hope that I can receive God's love despite my unworthiness.




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Comments from YouTube:

vic108

Some great rhyme in this tune and a good groove!

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