Just outside the city
I was holding something
No one's ever seen before
Its eyes looked kind of pretty
Its irises were blacked out
And its scales were made of gold
And even through the flash floods
I spared it every harvest
'Cause I wanted it to grow
The scientists came knocking
And something deep within me
That refused to let it go
I know you are
Onto something, onto something
I know you are
Onto something, onto something
I know you are
Onto something, onto something
I know you are
Onto something, onto something
So I gave it to the city
And hoped that maybe one day
It'd pass its children all its luck
It was something of a mascot
Till one day they had found
Its silver belly facing up
For a week they kept it quiet
And without a proper burial
They kept it in a jar
It was stressed until it passed
The pump had overfilled with sand
And then they spoiled a lucky charm