All above board
And we see nothing at all
Clean and empty hands
But still there's something lurking

We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, then you deny
Pay your wealth
You leave us high and dry

You gamester
You tell us our
Fortunes by your cards
And you're rubbing
Yourself deep
Into our wounds

You gamester, you fool us
We watch your spinning wheel
And we scratch and we itch
And the longer it
Takes for us to heal

You promise ten birds
In the bush
Each and every Sunday
Sell your, "Letters of indulgence"

We believe you when you lie
Buy your word, then you deny
Pay your wealth
You leave us high and dry
A cheater's armory

All you've got
Is shifty eyes
A black dress
A false name

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