Everyday I handle it
Even though I feel like shit
I'm sinking in a dismal empty hole
I wear the smile on the outside
But I'm dying on the inside
What you see is not
What I am
Life's a gamble, I'm in shambles
Little boy lost, can't you see
They all think that they know me
But I'm hiding like a jail escapee
I wear this mask to blind the inner soul
People say that they envy me
But I'm drowning in melancholy
I play this game to flee from agony
Life's a gamble, I'm in shambles
Little boy lost, can't you see
Mother mother are you out there
Can I come home
Father father, can you meet us there
I can't do this on my own
The smell of the casino floor
cigarettes and paramours
Feeling like gods on my side today
Lost on red so I bet on black
Swore I was never coming back
Slam another beer, roll and pray
Flat broke. Busted. Blind.
Get em next time!
The deck's been stacked against me
Again, Again
Pour another whiskey try to find a friend
The deck's been stacked against me
Again, Again
But I'll be back around honey when I got more money to spend
Come on lucky seven
Save me from this round
Thought I had a winner doubled down
Shirt is getting sticky
Wallet pretty thin
Lost all self control I still can't win
Push again
I could take these fools to town
with just another dead man's hand
I got bills my friend
but I have a feeling that the river
will be good to me in the end
And I've got nothing to lose
Calculate the odds are good
that I might catch a straight
and pay back all my debts to you
One lucky hand is all I need again
My luck is gonna change
My luck is gonna change
for the better
This life is all I know
my wife and kids they left me years ago
said I had a problem.
You've got a tell I fear
18 years and I'm still sitting here
I think I can read most anyone
I'm in the hole for nearly 20 grand
but I'll call your bluff with one good hand
My Luck is gonna change
My Luck is gonna change
Swear by god I'll strike you down this time
My luck is gonna change
for the better
Shivers come to a shout
No matter what it's about
Once you think you figured it out
Oh, there ain't no stopping
Your rage
Drown my senses in sin
Wondering when I begin
Volunteer my Siamese twin
Oh for the front lines
don't say the money's tight
the blood will start to flow
soon as we get flush again
we always come to blows
you can do them fancy steps
but your tell, it starts to show
and I won't lay my money down
when you start to speak
you start your losing streak
funny how you think you're a sneak
oh, this situation
and when that river she rise
I've seen that look in your eyes
The worst, backstage, rehearsing their lies
Best lack all conviction
Once again
don't say the money's tight
the blood will start to flow
soon as we get flush again
we always come to blows
you can do them fancy steps
but your tell, it starts to show
and I won't lay my money down
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George's assignment: "This week's song should contain some mention of gambling and/or luck. Anything goes lyrically and stylistically."
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