Gamble

Your hips are swaying, and your eyes are saying

That you need two gamblers for this game you're playing

And I might want you, yeah, but I don't need you

And you won't sleep in my bed, anymore

It seemed like a dead end even when I was seven

To sing for this country with my hands up to heaven

'Cuz God was dead then, yeah he's never been back again

And I don't think about, anymore

It's a gamble, and your fingers burn

From the last time that you flew and bled

And the shadows that you walk around

Will still be there when the sun goes down

Venus Flytrap, twenty years now

The chance is just as fat as a union bureaucrat

That the life you wanna live ain't the one you're looking at

There's more risk in a brain-cell

Than any Vegas hotel

When you can't find the pit boss, anywhere