Nothing to Lose -

I got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose

I’ve killed off the lion, the lame, and the blues

The hand that I play, is the hand that I choose

What can I say, I got nothing to lose

I got nothing to lose, I’m lucky I guess

Was a sailor who, the desert out west

As a jailer, I was cruel to those that loved best

I got nothing to lose, I’m lucky I guess

The cards on the table, the feast on the bed

They both enable the ghost in my head

If I had someone, or something to prove

Still I got nothing to lose

I got nothing to lose, no place left to go

I’ve walked in your shoes, I’ve put on a show

I’ve payed off my dues to the beast on the throne

I’ve got nothing to lose, and no place left to go

The cards on the table, the feast on the bed

They both enable the ghost in my head

If I someone, or something to prove

Still I got nothing to lose

Oh, nothing to lose!

Nothing to lose

Nothing to lose, no!

The cards on the table, the feast on the bed

They both enable the ghost in my head

If I got someone, or something to prove

Still, I got nothing to lose

Still, I got nothing to lose

Still, I got nothing… to lose