Sweet Dempsey, waiting on a number he cups his sweating
hands around dice and blows.
Breathes his reeking trust on tumbling bones.
In love with the air around a hundred thousand bad throws.
All nerve and no brain.
All nerve and no brain.
It's jackpot plus,
in which he trusts...
someday I...
Sweet baby s**ing on a number,
Sweet Dempsey gladly trips switch after switch.
He can feel himself drain out through his fingertips.
Uneasy union the conception of a near miss.
All nerve and no brain.
All nerve and no brain.
It's jackpot plus,
in which he trusts...
someday I...
I keep dropping it in cool on the machine.
Keep dropping it in.
Someday I...