Dead Money - Rival

Ahhhh,

This is my view from the top.

As we feed the pot.

And these are lonely days but they’re all mine.

You think you’re staring all tough.

And you’re trying to call my bluff.

Ooh, but I got you beat, put your cards down, royal flush!

They say your good, «that guy’s a card shark!»

But there’s room for doubt in this game.

Bang your head on the felt,

As the cards are dealt.

Going home with your pockets turned inside out.

Pockets turned inside out.

This hand is mine, ain’t no doubt

I say, oh take it from me.

You’re so dead.

Oh, can’t you see.

You’re dead money.

Woah, take it from me.

You’re so dead.

Oh, can’t you see.

You’re dead money.

It’s a hard game we’re playing.

Nine hours counting.

I’m gonna go for the win.

You’re done boy.

We began with two dozen,

But, its down to us two.

Oh, and I’m gonna take you all in.

The flop and turn are awaiting,

And I see you sweating,

Cause you don’t have a clue.

The time is drawing near sucker,

Yeah, mother fucker,

To pay the Devil his due.

I raise,

Fifty to you.

Let’s see what you do.

Ace.

King.

Three of a kind, woooh!

You’re just dead money.

Woah, oh take it from me.

You’re so dead.

Mmm, can’t you see.

You’re fucking dead money.

Woah, take it from me.

You’re so dead.

Oh, can’t you see.

You’re fucking dead money.

Oooo, oooo, oooo, Woah-oh-oh

Woah, oh take it from me.

You’re so dead.

Mmm, can’t you see.

You’re fucking dead money.

Woah, take it from me.

You’re so dead.

Oh, can’t you see.

You’re fucking dead money.