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All was green, that’s all I saw around me
No way I could lose, to myself I think
‘Round and ‘round, the game takes me down
But I keep coming back with the money I’ve found
Because you’re my friend, I’ll help you just once. The vig is three points, just don’t fuck it up.
Now it’s gone, the money and my things
Said it was for the mortgage, made sense to me
Doesn’t matter now, pretty soon I’ll leave town
Don’t care where I go, I just can’t be found
PLUS THE VIG!
You’re reaping what you sew, my man!
PLUS THE VIG!
You’re reaping what you sew!
GOOD AS DEAD!
You won’t make a fool outta me, fucko
GOOD AS DEAD!
You won’t make a fool outta me
Well I don’t know about you, but I think we should hide
The vig he gave is too high, and I don’t wanna die!
This game’s not to be played by you, I love you, you’re my wife
I’m sorry that I lied, just come with me tonight.
Shades of green, what I wanted to see
Earning my own seat in the losing machine
Can’t walk the line, at least not alone
Tell me, did my luck turn its back and leave me on my own?
Enough with the crying, you fucking disgrace, you looked in my eyes and lied to my face.
Now it’s gone, the money and my things
Nothing left to sweat, nothing left to bleed
Stuck in the valley, in the shadow of debt
I can’t be a man with what I have left.
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