The Fiery Road -

This fiery road is burnt to the soles of my feet as I walk on the red hot coals,

And the sweat it pours from my furrowed brow as I stand at the gates to my here

and now,

There at a table sat a bent old man with the eyes of a snake and a deck in his

hands

He proffered a chair and began to speak and these are the words that he said to

me.

You got to play, you got to play, the hand that you’ve been dealt,

on the judgement seat.

He said here in my hand I hold the life you give all the good that you did and

the bad you hid,

And how you play is yours to call, but all bets that you make go against your

soul,

Well that mean old man dealt me one cruel hand as I splayed out the cards into

a fan,

I looked at him and he just through me a wink as he tossed down them chips and

began to sing.

You got to play, you got to play, the hand that you’ve been dealt,

on the judgement seat.

You got to play, you got to play, the hand that you’ve been dealt,

on the judgement seat.

I could see it in his eyes, in every card he drew, every chance he got he was

twisting the screw.

He was dancing on his toes, cracking on that whip I was swimming in doubt,

when I called him out, yes I called him out, I called him out.

I could hear his heals tapping on that floor as he laid down those aces one,

two, three and four,

He began to laugh and my blood ran cold as he reached across the table to

collect my soul,

Well I’m glad to say the eye don’t see what the hand wants to hide from the

light of day,

And his eyes went wild and I killed that laugh as I laid down that straight

flush to the king of hearts.

You got to play, you got to play, the hand that you’ve been dealt,

on the judgement seat.

You got to play, you got to play, the hand that you’ve been dealt,

on the judgement seat.

You got to play, you got to play, the hand that you’ve been dealt,

on the judgement seat.

You got to play, you got to play, the hand that you’ve been dealt,

on the judgement seat.