Black Jack

Bankrupt bleeding with a hallow twist
You owe a loan shark, Shady, for your new «success»
You-got-a black Mercedes with a window tint
I see your luck is turning on the rigged roulette
Your private games, your private eyes
Thank god for blackjack, crapshoots, kickbacks
You’ve got a knack with «taste and tact» Beware of flashbacks,
paramedics, face-cracks
Red-handed in the till
It’s War; It’s overkill.
About-face: skip the deal
Gambling without substance, total incoherence
Asking for deliverance we pray
Please let us get out now, please let us leave this town
Take our dollars and lives
Please let us get out now, please let us stop and go
Throw us tumbling like dice
Try to shoot us in the night
FlightOff the track
Chances taken bring a twisted fate
The four-leaf clover, Greenie, wasn’t on your plate
You’ve got a joker laughing from a slighted deck
Can’t see the ace is burning from the black of it
The hit and run: it severed ties
Just recall Ace is high, Deuce is low
Grab that diamond in the sky
with sleight of hand
Beware of flesh-freaks, Twin Peaks,
jumping Jack Over candle sticks
Yes I am a wildcard
I am a joker (ha ha ha-ha-ha)
And some call me The Black-Jacker, uh-huh huh huh
Yes I am a wildcard I am a joker (heh heh heh heh)
And some call me The Black-Jacker, uh-huh huh huh huh
Call me the Black Jacker (ah ha ha ha… ha?)