When will you tire of those crap-game casinos?
Youâve played every dice game, from vegas to reno
But you canât fight this compulsion
Keep believing your luckâs in,
But itâs gone in a tailspin
Cold monday morning on the edge of the city
You hail down a ride to atlantic city
But the man wants paid back,
Theyâll put a bullet in your back
Make you face look like road map
Bowed not broken
The sharkâs not joking
You keep hoping
The system can be beat
A cold afternoon in a town full of losers
A slot-machine heaven, full of red-eyed juicers
But the man wants paid off
Before he starts all the rough stuff
Theyâve taken the gloves off
When will you tire of those crap-game casinos?
Youâve played every dice game, from vegas to reno
Stake it all on that one throw
Then you run out of the back door,
On the run once more.
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- Crest Of A Wave: The Best Of Rory Gallagher
- Calling Card
- Haynes Rock - Ultimate Guide to Classic Anthems
- Top Priority
- Meeting With The G-Man
- Jinx
- Stage Struck
- Photo Finish
- Tattoo
- Blueprint
- Live! In Europe
- Deuce
- Rory Gallagher
- The Rory Gallagher Collection
- Live In Europe/Stage Struck
- The Essential
- Big Guns - The Very Best Of