Guard your hand with the slight of a smile The darker the shadow the brighter the light Can't well have it nice all of the time The darker the shadow the brighter the light
I feel reincarnated since this disaster started An Egyptian king who travels down to the tomb Dress me up mummy for the here-after party
If you're fed up just give out a King Tut Your purse all dashed, where the girls at? Get me back up Cursing thе plan The better thе gambler the worse the man Brush all the dinner off the plate Oh which to play No you didn't rate me No miss that day Swing in at 8 Sing until late Fling all your chips at your fate
Guard your hand with the slight of a smile The darker the shadow the brighter the light Can't well have it nice all of the time The darker the shadow the brighter the light Roll the bones or hold your own As you hold your tokens Your souls in smoke They told you, "No" Cold you go Gold or bloke Roll the bones
It's a game of chance to raise up the weak And bring down the mighty Take your action and find your lunch Or become the lunch The calmer your hunch The harder you punch
Guard your hand with the slight of a smile The darker the shadow the brighter the light Can't well have it nice all of the time The darker the shadow the brighter the light
We each be dealt we three knelt Breathing held, release your belt Reveal your hell on the green felt Or alternatively Down your chin goes south of your grin You loudly grin not an ounce you spill Shout within, your bowel is still Now you spin The house wins Guard your hand with the slight of a smile The darker the shadow the brighter the light Can't well have it nice all of the time The darker the shadow the brighter the light
Guard your hand with the slight of a smile The darker the shadow the brighter the light Can't well have it nice all of the time The darker the shadow the brighter the light
Compositor: Michael Geoffrey Skinner ECAD: Obra #42578994