Pile every chip
and every tattered bill
pulled my gold tooth
but oh they want more still
every single day
they want a little show
for want of a
better idea
I bite back every no
a sack of tarnished pride
Weighs down half my tightrope pole
but it gets balanced pretty good
by what I think's
a sack of coal
And if I haven't found a virtue
lately I'd care to extoll
well look around you lord of hosts
because the devil's
on a roll
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