Gambling

Living on the street alone ‘cause he doesn’t have a home, he still drifting on his own. Hast night he was on the edge with women, games and drinks but now he’s in pieces. he left his own home with wife and son desperate from freedom. he gave up working he rather selling poker chips.

If he’d try to fix things oh, all of his issues would have disappear, but he doesn’t care he doesn’t mind, ‘cause the deck worth more than his life.

He never looked back to see what he had, ‘cause now he doesn’t have nothing? Be sleeps on the streets in a paper box, maybe in the next time he would think better before doing. where is his dignity, where’s his family, where is he? but now he still with the drugs he still trying to forget about his loosing.

If he’d try to fix things oh, all of his issues would have disappear, but he doesn’t care he doesn’t mind, ‘cause the deck worth more than his life.

Come back lets make it better, lets try again, lets be together.
Don’t loose yourself, don’t be scared, just pass me the joker.

If he’d try to fix things oh, all of his issues would have disappear, but he doesn’t care he doesn’t mind, ‘cause the deck worth more than his life.