name is Sally, that's five foot 3
lives down the alley from my brother and me
Sally's got cla**, Sally's got style
Sally's got no money on Miracle Mile
Sam the Snake play long's you gain
keep's his warm and workin in the rain
she took the fall, he lost his last hand
now I dont know if he's a woman or a man
miracle mile
every gambler needs a lucky break
oh Lord how long will mine take
got two hundred dollars on a fill in the fifth
she don't live here, I better get out quick
Herm the germs, a drifter at best
he's gotta scar on his face
tatto on his chest
gotta gun in his booth
a racer in his sleeve
cause been sentenced to hell
and no one leaves
miracle mile
you pray for the winners
pray for losers too
roll the dice and let turn the screw
don't pray to the banker
you just get a denial
cause a person ain't worth nothing
on miracle mile
miracle mile
yeah-yeah
miracle mile