Early Saturday morning he
stumbles home, Empty pockets, his work never
shows, Every friday night he roles the dice,
Gambles all his money and his life.
He knows who he is when he rolls
the dice but when the dice rolls him he's got
nothing but ice under his feet!
That feeling drops like a dead weight,
He never feels complete in this sharade, But when
he's got the chance he cant say no, That life he
leads will always leave him low.
He knows who he is when he rolls the
dice but when the dice rolls him he's got nothing
but ice under his feet!
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