Black Jack - NeURO

Bankrupt bleeding with a hallow twist

You owe a loan shark, Shady, for your new «success»

You-got-a black Mercedes with a window tint

I see your luck is turning on the rigged roulette

Your private games, your private eyes

Thank god for blackjack, crapshoots, kickbacks

You’ve got a knack with «taste and tact» Beware of flashbacks,

paramedics, face-cracks

Red-handed in the till

It’s War;

It’s overkill.

About-face: skip the deal

Gambling without substance, total incoherence

Asking for deliverance we pray

Please let us get out now, please let us leave this town

Take our dollars and lives

Please let us get out now, please let us stop and go

Throw us tumbling like dice

Try to shoot us in the night

FlightOff the track

Chances taken bring a twisted fate

The four-leaf clover, Greenie, wasn’t on your plate

You’ve got a joker laughing from a slighted deck

Can’t see the ace is burning from the black of it

The hit and run: it severed ties

Just recall Ace is high, Deuce is low

Grab that diamond in the sky

with sleight of hand

Beware of flesh-freaks, Twin Peaks,

jumping Jack Over candle sticks

Yes I am a wildcard

I am a joker (ha ha ha-ha-ha)

And some call me The Black-Jacker, uh-huh huh huh

Yes I am a wildcard I am a joker (heh heh heh heh)

And some call me The Black-Jacker, uh-huh huh huh huh

Call me the Black Jacker (ah ha ha ha… ha?)