Bad luck
The casual rhymes, along with Lou’s trademark dispassionate delivery, seem to be leading to some relatively decent ending or at least some neutral insight. But then, the music essentially stops, and Lou’s vocals continue. He bluntly tells us that such a situation is not good. In fact, it’s bad, and if you happen to be one of those people, you have “bad luck.”
That’s all. The music starts up again, and Lou moves on to the next verse. But the listener cannot forget the ringing indictment in this verse.
Make it good. Make it your own.
Find your own voice. Good luck.
Lou Reed, Anthology of Memorable Lyrics.