In the back bar there's a blind spot Roll the dice and rack your cards up Don't push your luck and loose your money All your cheap tricks wont impress me
Those pocket queens and closet aces Full house of painted faces Dealing out suited connectors Your winning smile is infectious
Drag me down Cold Comfort Lane, Baby when your finished we'll start over again
Dare to square up for the last bout Bear your chest and dance your heart out I only meant to make your bones shake Please forgive me if my lips quake
