Lowest Of The Low Gamble Lyrics

Gamble Lyrics

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 your hands up to heaven 



'Cause God was dead then 

And he's never coming 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 



Check the track-sheet 

When you're all alone 

Sunday morning 

A pistol by the phone 



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