The truth comes down Like a rock on my head Just when I'm thinkin' That I got it made in the shade When the sun beats down You know the heat I take Dark clouds a whippin' up a spell And a cold chill that I can't shake CHORUS Well knock on wood, knock on wood 'Cause when you got it bad It just gets worse Knock on wood, knock on wood When you got it good babe Knock on wood ♪ Caught red handed in the naked rain Just get it together, you're busted again No doctor no lawyer no nothin' to hide No secrets no business and Nobody on the inside CHORUS ♪ Bad belly luck in this brutal game Give it everything ain't got no one else to blame I been roughed up and ripped off And I'm fit to be tried Still I'm a man on a mission babe Chuck a luck--chuck a luck!