Tim Fite - Place Your Bets lyrics

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Tim Fite - Place Your Bets lyrics

I read the bad part of the book first cuz if I first the bad part the third part won't feel worse immersed in inertia a person could hurt ya cursed by the verse of a first person murder cadabra cadabra a corpse, a cadabra it's magic like average cadaver menagerie taggers toe-ticket closed black bag tongue waggers all about cloakin' them daggers one more dead, one more dead can I get a holla for one more head one more head for one more hand one more bet for one more man shuffle the cards, ruffle the feathers buck the odds and stay tougher than leather go getters, go getters, go get a gun and for those who don't know better hos better run run out and buy a fresh deck of cards stop fakin' bu*ter and start fakin' lard one more dead, one more dead can I get a holla for one more head one more head for one more hand one more bet for one more man I tell the story again about the knife and the guts where the guts go 'god damn!' when the knife edge cuts there'll be blood and such to represent bad luck encrusting the plot when events scab up it's a raid (it's a raid) everybody against the wall (everybody) tonight the house won't win (no they won't) tonight the house won't win at all (it's a grave) it's a grave, grave situation here someone spit on the artifice someone twisted the chandalier don't waste your gobos don't placate your crocus don't shade your robos don't take along your losses don't, don't, don't look down, don't on the left, on the right, amalakalaka, look right black coal x3 don't ask if you don't know black coal x3 ain't in your heart no more don't waste your gobos don't placate your crocus don't shade your robos don't take along your losses the loss is the boss gets the gats and the gavel progress it's cost minus loss divided by time traveled tell me true, can you ever win back the tell me true, can you ever win back the tell me true, can you ever win back the limb you lose or do you just lose your limbs again and again until your life lies limbless there's limits to how much independence you can give an appendage before the end of the hand is definitive that's why this tale is regenerative one more dead, one more dead can I get a holla for one more head one more head for one more hand one more bet for one more man place your bets place your bets place your biggabigga place your bets place your bets place your bets place your biggabigga place your bets place your bets place your bets place your biggabigga place your bets place your bets place your bets place your biggabigga place your bets