Toss the Dice

Nobody told you that life's all gamble
But now it's time to toss the dice
You were high now you're down, crawl on the ground
It's time to pay you fuckin' clown
Hogs and banks steal my life, but tonight
I'll be watching as you burn in fire
You've had your time, you had the power
You've had your fun, with lots of powder

I am a drifter, I am a shifter
You know I am a no good son of a bitch
No point in trying, the dice are bouncing
You lost your chance to leave this feast

I've seen you drive around in your shiny, fast car
Just to get stuck in a traffic jam
I've seen that plastic, easy chick you seem to fuck...
You call that love?
Ι just don't care about your big, fat family tree
Your world means absolutely nothing to me
No money left, now where's your novocaine?
Let's hope to see you spent, insane

I am a drifter, I am a shifter
You know I am a no good son of a bitch
Your lying is over; no guile, no cover
I only need to kill your bliss



Credits
Writer(s): Panagiota Stathopoulou
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