THE OTHER SHOE
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell
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I know what’s coming.
It’s just a question of: What comes after? 
The world shifted again 
Hold your breath: and bless the disaster? 

It’s never on time 
Sneaking around your reminiscence 
Always holding out 
The other shoe drops when most defenseless 

And swear and I sway 
Never to be caught off guard again 
And pray and I plead 
I’ll be good if it returns back like then 

What is that feeling? 
Oak Silhouettes behind sunset skies 
Shudders embrace it 
Postmarked yesterday, packed full of lies 

Limestone memories 
Barely the room to even lie down 
Cold call the time back 
Seven A.M. and still hate that Sound 

Moribund safe house 
Eviction notice but wrong PO Box 
3000 gallons 
End of a year the tap gets fixed shut 

I know what’s coming. 
It’s just a question of: What comes after? 
The world shifted again 
Holding breath: a blessing or disaster? 

HARD TIMES
Lyrics by Jesse Hill
and Ryan Ramsdell

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As I look up to the sky, With my hollow, empty eyes
I ask myself: where did I go wrong? 
 
I spent my last dime,  On an old jug of wine.
All I got left, aint nothing but a song. 
 
I'd give you my shoes, For one more lick of booze.
One more lick of booze, to get me through

(Chorus 1)
Something tells me, the hard times are yet to come.
And I think that my time round here is nearly done.
And I know it aint much but I’ll give you all I know.
Guess I’ll be moving on now…Here I go.
 
I’d sell you my soul, For one more pull.
Just one more pull, To get me high.
 
Cuz I've been so down, Roaming from town to town.
I just can't pick myself up, off the ground.
 
I been down in gritty bars, And snuck onto railroad cars.
I've spent the night blacked out in the gutter.

(Chorus 2)
Something tells me, the hard times are yet to come.
And I think that my time round here is nearly done.
And I know it aint much but I’ll give you all I know.
Guess I’ll be moving on now…Moving on down the road

When this life is through, will I ever get my due?
Or will the end be just another night?

I'd trade my left ear, For one more can of beer.
One more can to quench this awful thirst.

Many restless nights, huddled under stairwell flights.
Wondering if this rain will ever stop?

(Chor. 2)

 
 
PALLBEARERS' BREAKFAST
Lyrics by Ryan Ramsdell
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At the pallbearers' breakfast, The coffee went cold
The breakfast went uneaten, Melancholia took hold.
 

This old death was a good one, That’s just what people say.
It climbs its way up so slowly,Three years to yesterday.


Chaine-Stokes the very soul's flame,And still it wants out
Separate the salt from ash, Take what it’s about.


 Cracks the wall, and foundation, The remainder will slip.
They thought back on the future, Never excluding him.


 At the pallbearers' breakfast,The crust began to crack.
There is a silent annoyance,More burden to the stack.


Do anything for kin and blood,But it’s the doing that hides
The secrets buried beneath the rock,Undisturbed by tide 


Obits written on paper,By way of felled trees
Old roots that dug below the grave,By the trees that we feed

 

 

CROWS AND ROACHES 
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell
and Joel Hill

When the  crows and roaches, Do inherit the earth
My form be in a box, Six feet under dirt.
Although its course, May change many times
You’ll  find my haunt, Where the river winds.

Don’t want to say goodbye….

A millennium may pass, And still a millennium more
The pit will remain, hot to the core
The smell of wet cedar And the silence of smoke
Winged termites dancing, To the echoes of folk

Don’t want to say goodbye

The moon’s always hiding, cause the owl’s awake
Rain becomes showers, And showers a lake
But nothing can drench, The old camp fires flame
In the forest from where ,the sweet music came

Don’t want to say goodbye

But forms will still play, Imaginary line
Tossed in the air, Then for water’s collid
Stone upon stone, on a sandy bed
This is where  I’ll be, after i'm dead
 
THE MESSAGE (I am the word)
Lyrics by Ryan Ramsdell
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You can smell a storm a coming,
A war is in the wind 
Give safe harbor to your friends and family,
As the helter skelter begins
 
(Chorus)
The message is out so take heed
Bar the door and cover your eyes
The message is out so take heed
Bar the door and run for your life

I am protection from the now
A shield beyond the sign.
I am the devil,
With a bald head
"X" scars the establishment
 
(Chor.)
 
No conspiracy remains untold                           
The valley of death, the bottomless pit
Will the son, be the savior?
Or they likely won’t give a shit.
 
(Chor.)
 
I am the word macabre as true
To my followers, blood begets ink
And I will be your general,
From under the bathroom sink.
 

THIS IS THE STORY OF ALBERT CAIN (A Proper Cannibal) 
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell
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First time I heard the name Albert Cain
They just put him away for going insane
But Albert Cain swore he was stayin be
Wasn't going anywhere unless by his own feet

Guess he killed a man in Aberdeen
Offended a logger, logger got mean
Logger took a swing, Albert said not nice,
Without regret, had the logger's life

People fail to say where he got a blade
But he says you gotta cut meat, you gotta shave.
Just so happened this meat was fresh
Buried deep behind a Carhardt vest

Drug the dead, outta of the bar
Lifted six feet of corpse into his car
A stickler for safety, everyone belted in
Wouldn't want a ticket,now that would be a sin

Albert drove out, to his place
5th wheel and an acre was where he stayed
Went inside grabbed a shovel
This one was big, too much trouble

And so Albert Cain, thanked his lucky stars
And sat about dressing the best parts
Belly and above for the eats
Below that for the trees

Three weeks later, the cops caught on
Finally figured out where 10 men had gone
How could one man cause so much pain
Albert figured a hearty appetite's to blame.

WEIGHT OF THE WORLD
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell and
Joel Hill

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No time for settling down, Cuz it gets you down,
It will poison the soil.
Stop putting down roots, Because they aint telling the truth
Waiting for the door to open its self.
 
Grab the bottle on the bottom shelf, wind in your face,
 in this mortal race.
And if you aint gone soon, It’s doom and gloom
City signs passin ya by
 
Chorus:
Running free thru this field of redemption, to be had
and sealed
The lights are always brighter, when they are burning out
Intentions are bare in the desperate stare
of a wanderlust
No hope for today as we watch it all go the way of rust
 
No time for harboring regrets, Is this as good as it gets,
when the day is done?
Memories are too bare, as if you weren’t there
Waiting for the door to open its self
 
Grab the bottle on the bottom shelf, wind in your face,
 in this mortal race.
Always the dull hope, that this is just a joke
Headstone seems more real.
 
(Chorus)
 
Bridge:
When the weight of the world, is pulling you down
Grab that bottom shelf bourbon and drink it on down
Let your head slowly slip to the floor.
Let it Go……
 
Less and less to feel, and so the blur of light
Thru windshield at night.
Got nowhere in mind, just wasting time,
City signs passin ya by
The Rain is pouring down, and I can’t Hear a sound
No Time for Settling Down.
 
BITTER REMINDER OF YOU
Lyrics By Jesse Hill

She was the sweetest damn girl ever i'd known,
The sweetest damn girl by far.
She was the cutest damn thing ever I'd seen,
She meant the whole world to me.
And her eyes are still, the prettiest green, I'd ever seen in my life.
And I wish she didn't leave because I miss her tonight.

Should've stayed right here, with me my dear,
Cuz I would have never let go.
Now it's clear to me that,
You don't love me no more.

Now that day has finally come, and you know I'm on my way.
Guess all I ever wanted was to make her happy. I didn't care what it'd take.
But time goes by, and people change. Not me. I guess I'll always be the same.
I thought I was in love with her, but guess she don't feel the same way.

Should've stayed right here, with me my dear,
Cuz I would have never let go.
Now it's clear to me that,
You don't love me no more.
WHITE-KNUCKLED HEARTACHE
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell and
Jesse Hill

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Hands placed every plank, of the company store.
Nearly dead …  and they demanded even more.
At the end of the week, when the tally was all done.
The Paycheck was light, Seems I work for free and it sure ain’t fun.

Black on black tears,  full ‘ construction grit.
Mix on my face, with gray beads of hard sweat.
Cold calloused skin, cracks at every seam.
While the heat boils my blood,  to a crimson steam.
 
Chor.
I live a white knuckled Heart ache.
I broke my Bones. And never saw my Home.
And when I'm done doin' what they need me to.
They’ll Nail a Pink Slip onto my Back.

Nearly on my death bed, dying from the flu.
Phone been ringing off the hook since noon.
Bossman says…there’s no time for weakness.
Says company is sufferin’ bad, all at my expense.

After one year working, my knuckles to the bone.
Boss(man) called a meetin’, maybe  get the raise I'm owed.
But as I open the door, my jaw goes tight.
Got hammer in his left hand,  and a nail in his right.

Chor.
I live a white knuckled Heart ache.
I broke my Bones. And  never saw my Home.
And when I'm done doin what they need me to.
 They’ll nail a Pink Slip onto my Back.
GET SOME FRESH AIRE
Lyrics By Jesse Hill
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If heaven's above and hell is below,
Than what the hell are we doing here?
Is it some kind of cruel cruel test,
To see who's good enough and to hell with all the rest?

Oh, but time goes on, with or without you.
Don't get caught up in the day to day.
See I live for myself and not a higher power.
Because in the end it doesn't even matter what you believe.

Chor.
Because hell just ain't big enough for everyone.
Just think it over and you'll agree.
It's not a matter of keeping your faith no more.
You think for yourself....and I'll...think for me.

Well I'm not saying, that I don't believe.
Because the fact is, I just don't care.
See I live for today, and not for tomorrow.
Get your head out of your book, and get some fresh air.
HIPPIE PASTRY
Lyrics By Joel Hill and
Ryan Ramsdell

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Two cups of poison makes, the sugar go down smooth.
Drifting through strangers with nothing to lose.
This pastry's got me in a terrible way.
Thought approaching light speed -nothing left to say.

Too many faces, melt into the crowd.
Can't hear the music cuz it's way too loud.
Demon cookie holding on so tight.
Close your eyes boy and wait for the night.

Chor.
All day long in the sun, aint had nothing to eat.
Beware the hippie in the corner slingin' them sweets.
Come over here boy, let me show you the way.
Sit in the grass a while, turn your night into day.

Senses heightened now as I sink into the ground.
Pandora's box open, no going back now.
The corridor's stretching for miles.
Heavy footsteps as I slip through the cracks in the tiles. 

Chor.
All day long in the sun, aint had nothing to eat.
Beware the hippie in the corner slingin' them sweets.
Come over here boy, let me show you the way.
Sit in the grass a while, turn your night into day.

Toss and turn in this monster of a bed.
Puked so hard, severed neck from my head.
Need to find a safe place, to sleep not fight.
What do you expect asking for a bite?

Where Did It Go?
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell and Joel Hill
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Where did it go?
Watching sunlight trade for the snow.
Flakes and it fades,
Crackling like an old radio.

Why all the Gray?
Seems like it was just yesterday.
Flies right on by me.
Night time steals it all away.

Chor.
I knew I was going somewhere,
With this daydream of mine.
Another dime for the juke box.
Wasting time.

I guess I got what was due,
With this heartache of mine.
Just more images slipping out
Wasting time.

Pour another round,
This 45 has got that sound.
Where was I then?
Childhood memories lost and found.

Went all the way,
Seems like it was just yesterday.
But you never know,
sold my soul for yesterday.

End of one more day,
Sleep it off and start up again.
Footprints melt in white,
No intentions, own my sins.

Chor.

SOULLESS SOLSTICE
Lyrics By Joel Hill and
Ryan Ramsdell

Dark is the omen on this moonless night. We've waisted away with no alibi.
Curtains are closing no time to repent. We're all in the soup and way over spent.
 
Heavy is the rain that makes the rivers rise. The prophecy's been told, there should be know suprise.
When the water and the land come to claim. The lives that we've been livin', now living in vain.

The final count down has begun.
Will we all fall victim to the burning sun.
Or will it simply forget to rise today.
Maybe it will be the fault of man.
We'll all be struck down by gods right hand.
Well who's to say, anyways?
 
Religious polticians with their crooked spines, cater to the 1% spending all our dimes,
While we stand out in the cold of them welfare lines. These are the events, these are the signs.
 
The cross and the crescent bare the weight, as much as the gavel and the robe inebriate.
You can smell a rat, just after you vote,  and when they come to power, it is you they smote.
 
The clock is ticking: Defcon one
Will we all drown under the first Son?
Or will we all be forgiven, day after day?
For the sins of greed rust the blood.
And your heart stops beating with a thud.
Well, better off dead, anyway.
 
Middle is the class that we used to know. Between heaven and hell, green grass did grow.
Then the serpent cashed in on the land, cuz a loan is a loan to the banker man.
 
Foreclosure of a dream, well that's no surprise.  If the working man has some, then the rich despise.
So a soul is sold to the capital steps, and the only losers are the 99 percent!
BOTTOMS UP
Lyrics By Jesse Hill

When I got up this morning,
Well it didn't cross my head.
I turned on the news and saw
That my best friend was dead.
They found him in the ditch,
With Jack Daniels in his hand.

Well, I guess he found a new best friend.

Well, Johnny always said
That the end was near.
He always told: Man,
We gotta get away from here.
Cuz all we have to live on
Around here is hope.
Well, I guess Johnny finally made it home.

Well, Johnny, rest his soul.
You know was his time to go.
Well that bastard said, he'd rather be dead 
Than live in this hell hole.

Well, Nomie was a friend of mine,
She partied every night.
The drugs and booze and cigarrettes,
Are what kept her alive.
But every night she'd struggle,
To find her way to bed.
Well I guess Nomie,
Finally cleared her head.

When authorites found her,
That morning in her bed,
Her face, it looked alive,
But her body was dead.
Her heart had stopped beating
The night before.
Well I guess it was,
A timely soul.

And all my friends are dyin'
And I can't help but to cryin'
Hell, they've all gone home,
And left me alone.

But you know it aint my time to go.
Oh, you know it aint my time to go!

 
DRANK TOO MUCH
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell
and Joel Hill

Chor.
Well i drank too much last night, You know I did.
Cuz I got a shiner, and an ache in my head.
Well I found my pants, but my shoes are gone,
And I'm not at home, but on someone's lawn.
I guess I drank too much last night.

Well, my keys are missing, and so is my car.
And I can't recall the last visit to the bar.
But what's a feller to do, with his thirst on his mind?
Drink anything and too much of it, 'til closing time.

I'll take a beer, but only just one...
What'd you say, Jager?
Well that sounds fun, but now I gotta wash the taste
Outta my mouth.

So Give me two shots of Whiskey,
And a Pint of Stout.
Now I'm feeling OK, so what'ya say?
It's tequila time, no lime, and we're drinking
straight out the bottle.

Now it's about dawn when I come to.
Figure it's tomorrow, but it's tomorrow times two.
I'm in my bed and nothings broken, except my head.
I hear the bathroom door swing open.
I see a five hundred pound woman, in a satin night gown,
about thirty sizes too small.

We'll i drank too much last night, You know I did.
Cuz I got a shiner, and an ache in my head.
Well I found my pants, but my shoes are gone,
And I'm not at home, but on someone's lawn.
I guess I drank too much last night.
CHARLIE
Lyrics By Jesse Hill

People say that I'm no good,
that I have no direction.
See, I'm Just misunderstood,

Yeah, I need no correction.

But I have a solution for
this plague we call society:
Yeah, I'm gunna start a war.

Lately, it seems to me,
That everything is a dream.
And lately, it's come to be
 That my friends have become my family.

And it seems that every night,
I find myself in the same place.
Lost somewhere in my mind,
Just searching for a real solution.

But I know I won't find it in time,
with no one on my side.
And I know the cops won't listen to me,
They haven't come over into the now.

But mark my words, one day my message will get out.
 
YOUTH
Lyrics By Joel Hill and
Ryan Ramsdell

All the nights that we were found hopelessly free,
Just another night on the town,
So order one more round.
Yeah the billiards and the fights, outside city lights.
Echoing through the streets
So to hell with dignity.
 
CHOR.
We’d celebrate youth on a nightly basis.
Go to bed with the rising sun.
In the morning our reflection could find no recollection.
Well, I guess we had fun.
We lived through it somehow.
We’re just living the now.
 
Days were meant, days were made for sleeping off the ache.
Just waiting daylight out
Relive this life, wear it down.
But the smart ones, they retire,
Feel a sense of ire
 
We’d celebrate youth on a nightly basis.
Go to bed with the rising sun.
All the shows at hell’s kitchen doin' shots at the bar
Falling in love, under the stars.
We lived through it somehow.
We’re just living the now.
 
But some did try, to make their way down.
The drinks couldn’t numb the all.
Open……Waters
And the blue and the red, let us know she was dead.
Sirens over the beats.
Death and tragedy.
 
CHOR.
We’d celebrate youth on a nightly basis.
Go to bed with the rising sun.
Friends move away as time passes us by.
Some of us stay, some of us die
We lived through it somehow.
We’re just living the now.
RIVER HOH DOWN
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell
and Joel Hill

Chor.
Well we heard you was pickers? 
Now I guess you heard right.
Pick a little something now, whatever you like.
Old Timey, Rag Timey, even country blues.
Some Bluegrass, Newgrass and even some 
Memphis moves.

Well the two old strangers, 
That rolled into camp,
Looked at each other
With their bearded grins.
I said: you brought yer guitar,
 Are you gunna play?
Damn Right, said the strangers, 
Let me show you the way.
Blowin' a harp and
Strumming some chords.
To the tune of Old Ruben,
That aint been done before.

Well, we'll pick a little something now,
Whatever you like.
We're just strumming away
On a Saturday night.
Though our songs may not be,
But our thirsts are deep.
We play slightly slower than,
The pace that we drink.

(Chor.)

So the two old strangers,
From God know's where,
Were showing up the youngsters,
Almost brought em to tears.
Rolled off their tongues like
They been doin' it fer years,
You could see it in their fingers,
And you could hear with your ears.

Less than twenty words spoken,
And we all started to play,
Some Cripple Creek, the music
Said all that need be said.
Just as soon as it started,
Now it came to an end.
With old men and young men,
Nodding their heads.

They left us with some songs,
To carry through the years.
Into the forest they went,
I hope to see them
Next year.
BAD BRAIN
Lyrics By Joel Hill and
Ryan Ramsdell

Guess I always got something to say.
Seems I'm always talkin
In the wrong way, 
In the wrong place.

With a whiskey soaked brain,
and a loose tongue.
Spewing them words faster
Than a bullet shot from a gun.

I know it's gonna catch up with me
Sooner or later,
And hit me smack dab
In the face.

Never learn my lesson
Cause I drank it away.
That's how I got here
 In the first place.

My bank account is draining
Down to the ground.
You don't know how many times
I've bought a place apology rounds.

I'm a booze soaked sponge
That needs to to be wrung out.
Words aren't coming in,
But they just keep coming out.

I know it's gonna catch up with me
Sooner or later,
And hit me smack dab
In the face.

Never learn my lesson
Cause I drank it away.
That's how I got here,
In the first place.

On more than one occasion
It's been brought
To my attention
That charm ain't my forte.

Like 40 grit paper
Inside your head,
It seems no matter
What I say.

And it's a sticky situation
When I find a conversation
That ain't goin my way.
Lost in translation....hey what did I say?

I guess when I get home
I'm sleeping out on the floor.
Assuming of course I can find my way
through the front door.

It's a pitiful state,
Ya the shape that I'm in.
Never learn my lesson
Cause I drank it away in.

When one leads to four
Well eight
Leads to more
Well here we go again.

I know it's gonna catch up with me
Sooner or later
And hit me
 Smack dab in the face.
That's how I got here.... in the first place.
 
JEFFREY JONES
Lyrics By Ryan Ramsdell
and Joel Hill

Come on and sit right down, and rest them weary bones.
Gunna tell you the tale -now- of Jeffrey Jones.
He was a cold hearted bastard, 'til the day he died,
And in the lake of fire now, is where he resides.

In the dead of night, he'd stagger thru the streets
Like a ship with no sail, adrift out to sea.
Current leads you not… often far.
And for Jeffrey Jones, it was always the next bar.

Chor.
Cuz a Skull and Crossbones is a likely defense,
When yer killing yer enemies and plundering with friends.
But it does you no good when a 40 pound ball,
Comes crashing thru the hull -devil’s laughing- just got yer soul. 
 
He wore tats on his hands, he was a hard livin' man.
When the tender would ask, 'Give me the worst you can.'
Even the roughest men, have a weaknest to hide.
For jeffrey jones, it was homocide.

Now he had no kids, and he had no wife.
Cuz the children he drown, did his wife by the knife.
Then jumped on a boat, got the hell out to sea.
Captain gave him a job, he was feeling so free
 
(Chor.)

Until the crows nest shouted, halfway on their trip.
Another vessel was spotted, a pirate hunting ship.
They fled with the wind, and escaped this time.
To another port, to enjoy more crime.

When he landed again, he hooked up with a girl
Made sure she was cheap, and naive to the world.
Cuz planned to use her, for as long as he's 'round.
When it was leavin time, he'd bury her in the ground.
 
(Chor.)
 
Outside of St. Martin, the hunter found its prey.
All guns aim for the crew, cannon lay to waste.
If the flames didn’t kill you, the splinters likely would
And poor Jeffrey Jones, finally understood.
 
That the wrong he did, was being made alright.
Thru the murderous rage, of this bloody fight.
 And the devil was done, and the devil would scoff.
The last shot of cannon, took Jeffrey’s head clean off!

Chor.
Cuz a Skull and Crossbones is a likely defense,
When yer killing yer enemies and plundering with friends.
But it does you no good when a 40 pound ball,
Comes crashing thru the hull -devil’s laughing- just got yer soul.
ERIC'S HOUSE
Lyrics By Jesse Hill

Greeted at the door with a smile.
I guess i'll be staying for awhile.
I walk in to that smokey atmosphere...
Just praying to Hank that you were here.

We're all going up in flames!
Yeah, just like Eric's house.
Yeah just like Eric's house.
And we'll burn, burn, burn it to the ground.
Hold on to your heads we're going down.

Rico lights up another smoke.
We warn him that this shit aint to joke.
He gets up, and walks to the door.
Now he's passed out in the bathroom once more.

We're all going up in flames!
Yeah just like Eric's house.
Yeah just like Eric's house.
And we'll burn, burn, burn it to the ground.
Hold on to your heads we're going down.

I'm eight shots in, three more to go.
I tell 'em that i can't drink no more.
But it's house rules, and i can't argue.
My stomach's gonna spill all over the floor.

We're all going up in flames!
Yeah just like Eric's house.
Yeah just like Eric's house.
And we'll burn, burn, burn it to the ground.
Hold on to your heads we're going down

 

WHISKEY RIVERBOAT
Lyrics By Joel Hill

 
Well I'm a thousand dollars over the table,
With a full house in the hole,
And there aint no telling,
How far this will go.

There's sweat rolling on to the table,
And he thinks I'm gonna call,
But I'll see his raise,
And then I'm gonna bet it all.

Cause the gambler in me,
Don't know what I'm gambling on.
And it don't matter,
I'll keep gambling on.
Yeah, the gambler in me,
Don't know i've been here too long.
Because the whiskey in my glass,
Is far from gone.

Now I'm a hundred dollars over the table.
A pair of sevens on the turn,
And if he raises,
I know I'm gonna burn.

I can't believe where I've been,
And it seems my luck's worn thin.
But still I've got to see,
That river's bend.

Yeah the gambler in me,
now knows what I'm gambling on.
I don't care,
I just keep gambling on.
Yeah, the gambler in me,
Now knows i've been here too long.
Because the whiskey in my glass,
Aint far from gone.

Well I'm a thousand dollars under the table,
With nothing that I'm willing to show.
Now I know just how far this will go.
There's a gun pointed at my side,
And my heart
is on the floor,
And I can hear the devil
Knocking at my door.

Yeah the gambler in me,
knows what I'm gambling on.
But if they'd let me,
I'd probably keep gambling on.
Yeah, the gambler in me,
Is running for the door.
And If i get out of here Alive...
You know i'll be back for more.