All above board, And we see nothing at all. Clean and empty hands, But still there's something lurking. We believe you when you lie Buy your word, -then you deny, Pay your wealth, -you leave us high and dry You gamester, You tell us our Fortunes by your cards And you're rubbing Yourself deep Into our wounds. You gamester You fool us We watch your spinning wheel And we scratch And we itch, And the longer it Takes for us To heal. You promise ten birds -In the bush, Each and every sunday Sell your ”letters of indulgens” We believe you when you lie. A cheater's armoury All you've got Is shifty eyes, A black dress A false name.
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