Year of the Rooster - The Riverboat Gamblers

Nail a coffin, keep it shut

Try and dig a deeper rut

Planning on a pay cut

Xmas time

Looking for a big break

Limbless get a fair shake

Sleeping through the earthquake in your mind

Ok I messed up, never did what I said I would do

Go away… this hiccup is gonna last till the party is through

Leave me swinging in the breeze, with lice and fleas

I admit I forget I don’t know the words

Cut down in our prime, left for dead before our time

Thanks for looking out for me, just save your philosophy, oh yeah…

I’m betting on a point shave

Getting told to behave

Try and be a good slave

Collard tight

Guessing it’s a no go

Waiting for the say so

Getting told to law-low…

Ditch, headlights

Ok… try not to un-impress all the monks who can bless

Go away… I f**ked up, but I don’t got a thing to confess

Old friends come to see…

Congratulate our poverty, they all know the words!

What say I disappear

Call it a day, call it a year

What will all the neighbours say?

The press will have a field day

I said baby, she a tear cause we sensing the catastrophe

Blame me when the psychic ruins the plot

Baby will you talk to me?

Or will you cut out right before you’re seen?

Caught up in your silly scheme, crying in a happy dream…

Where we both get what we want

Where we both get what we want

Where we both get what we want

More blood…