One More, Please

He likes to pour his drink
In a long-shaped glass, with pickles on the side
This wolf's on fire
You know the story. Still you laugh. Cause that's what's expected
The tawdry business of a lousy town

Ash and smoke, sweat and bullets
Gold and fear, the fate of dice
One more game, one more hero

The neon sign shows they are open for business
Now waiting for the man, for the man to arrive
He has nothing new to learn
He knows all the tricks
He got them from a book, a book of Sunday

Ash and smoke, sweat and bullets
Gold and fear, the fate of dice
One more game, one more hero

One more
One more, please



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Maas
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