In a town built from neon and chrome
Where las vegas seeks the desert
In an old broken down casino
There the gambler slapped his money down
Dirty dollars one hundred or more
Placed his last bet on a poker game
Crossed his heart for the winning score
But the players at the table
Two men of the phantom creed
Seemed to play with sombre purpose
Than a reason and pure greed
And the gambler felt his back freeze
And fear brushed his ageing brow
For he'd seen those men before in his dreams
Here they sat before him now
And the one smoothed back his black hair
With a comb slicked by brylcream and grease
Flipped the cards with a flippancy
Of a wily and slippery ease
With his sharp suit shade of lilac
On a shuffle he made the cards sing
Gold studs and menthol cigarettes
Rubies set in a skull ring
And the other of the clergy
With a colour and robe of pale ivory
Silver grey at the temples
And a smile that was stern and was kindly
Jack of hearts lead, wait for aces
Became faces of family and friends
Until the deck showed him a picture
Of his life from beginning to end
Reverend life he flipped an ace
And the gambler felt blood in his heart
For he knew this was the game of games
He would need all the reverends heart
Anger, lust and gluttony
The gambler seems hit hard
Each failure and each feature
Mapped out in the slippery cards
Greasy mr.d. flashed a winning grin
And stood facing reverend life
The reverend paled as he saw the score
The gambler felt pain as a knife
His troubles, tribulations
Revelations and regrets
A wife, a child, a fight to trial
Turned by the hand of death
And the gambler saw his hand stained
With the blood of his family ties
And with the yellow smile of mr.d.
In his mind he crumples and dies
And these two great men from different worlds
Faced each other and shook of hands
The reverend shrugged ah well next time
And departed for heavens land
And the flames leapt and the soul screamed
And the cards scattered round the room
And life is always a gamble
A game from the cradle to tomb
And the flames leapt and the soul screamed
And the cards scattered round the room
And life is always a gamble
A game from the cradle to tomb
And the flames leapt and the soul screamed
And the cards scattered round the room
And life is always a gamble
A game from the cradle to tomb
On a dark night in a lost hour In a town built from neon and chrome Where las vegas seeks the desert In an old broken down casino There the gambler slapped his money down Dirty dollars one hundred or more Placed his last bet on a poker game Crossed his heart for the winning score But the players at the table Two men of the phantom creed Seemed to play with sombre purpose Than a reason and pure greed And the gambler felt his back freeze And fear brushed his ageing brow For he'd seen those men before in his dreams Here they sat before him now And the one smoothed back his black hair With a comb slicked by brylcream and grease Flipped the cards with a flippancy Of a wily and slippery ease With his sharp suit shade of lilac On a shuffle he made the cards sing Gold studs and menthol cigarettes Rubies set in a skull ring And the other of the clergy With a colour and robe of pale ivory Silver grey at the temples And a smile that was stern and was kindly Jack of hearts lead, wait for aces Became faces of family and friends Until the deck showed him a picture Of his life from beginning to end Reverend life he flipped an ace And the gambler felt blood in his heart For he knew this was the game of games He would need all the reverends heart Anger, lust and gluttony The gambler seems hit hard Each failure and each feature Mapped out in the slippery cards Greasy mr.d. flashed a winning grin And stood facing reverend life The reverend paled as he saw the score The gambler felt pain as a knife His troubles, tribulations Revelations and regrets A wife, a child, a fight to trial Turned by the hand of death And the gambler saw his hand stained With the blood of his family ties And with the yellow smile of mr.d. In his mind he crumples and dies And these two great men from different worlds Faced each other and shook of hands The reverend shrugged ah well next time And departed for heavens land And the flames leapt and the soul screamed And the cards scattered round the room And life is always a gamble A game from the cradle to tomb And the flames leapt and the soul screamed And the cards scattered round the room And life is always a gamble A game from the cradle to tomb And the flames leapt and the soul screamed And the cards scattered round the room And life is always a gamble A game from the cradle to tomb Explain Request ×
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