The Gambler
I walk astray from the path
It is never enough
I need to take more
Eat more until I choke up
I confess, I oppress
All the feelings in me
I Need to take more
I wanna eat the whole cake
Can't beat this system
A happy vision
Is broadcasting now
On and on
How it makes you feel
Like a big mistake
And now you stand at the door
On your local liquor store
With a gun in your hand
And that voice in your head
You try so hard my friend
In vain you keep losing the game
No matter how hard you try
In the end you keep losing the game
Gambling halls and
Abandoned places
Used to be your
Only shelter
No more pain
You're on a mission
Rage and frustration
A faint illusion
No way back this time
Once in a lifetime
A click, a shot
Who called the cops?
A fuckin' bullet in your head
In your head
You try so hard my friend
In vain you keep losing the game
No matter how hard you try
In the end you keep losing the game
You keep losing the game
Now you're losing the game
And now it's happening
And you're so confident
With your hand on the trigger
You feel much bigger
And now it's happening
And you're so confident
With your hand on the trigger
You feel much bigger
Much bigger now
Turn around
There's a man with another gun
Turn around
There's a man with another gun
Turn around
There's a man with another gun
Always another one
Always another one
Always another one
Always another one
Always another one
It is never enough
I need to take more
Eat more until I choke up
I confess, I oppress
All the feelings in me
I Need to take more
I wanna eat the whole cake
Can't beat this system
A happy vision
Is broadcasting now
On and on
How it makes you feel
Like a big mistake
And now you stand at the door
On your local liquor store
With a gun in your hand
And that voice in your head
You try so hard my friend
In vain you keep losing the game
No matter how hard you try
In the end you keep losing the game
Gambling halls and
Abandoned places
Used to be your
Only shelter
No more pain
You're on a mission
Rage and frustration
A faint illusion
No way back this time
Once in a lifetime
A click, a shot
Who called the cops?
A fuckin' bullet in your head
In your head
You try so hard my friend
In vain you keep losing the game
No matter how hard you try
In the end you keep losing the game
You keep losing the game
Now you're losing the game
And now it's happening
And you're so confident
With your hand on the trigger
You feel much bigger
And now it's happening
And you're so confident
With your hand on the trigger
You feel much bigger
Much bigger now
Turn around
There's a man with another gun
Turn around
There's a man with another gun
Turn around
There's a man with another gun
Always another one
Always another one
Always another one
Always another one
Always another one
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Harold
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