On a dark night in a lost hourIn a town built from neon and
chromeWhere Las Vegas seeks the desertIn an old broken down
casinoThere the gambler slapped his money downDirty dollars one
hundred or morePlaced his last bet on a poker gameCrossed his
heart for the winning scoreBut the players at the tableTwo men of
the phantom creedSeemed to play with sombre purposeThan a reason
and pure greedAnd the gambler felt his back freezeAnd fear
brushed his ageing browFor he'd seen those men before in his
dreamsHere they sat before him nowAnd the one smoothed back his
black hairWith a comb slicked by brylcream and greaseFlipped the
cards with a flippancyOf a wily and slippery easeWith his sharp
suit shade of lilacOn a shuffle he made the cards singGold studs
and menthol cigarettesRubies set in a skull ringAnd the other of
the clergyWith a colour and robe of pale ivorySilver grey at the
templesAnd a smile that was stern and was kindlyJack of hearts
lead, wait for acesBecame faces of family and friendsUntil the
deck showed him a pictureOf his life from beginning to
endReverend Life he flipped an aceAnd the gambler felt blood in
his heartFor he knew this was the game of gamesHe would need all
the Reverend's heartAnger, lust and gluttonyThe gambler
seems hit hardEach failure and each featureMapped out in the
slippery cardsGreasy Mr.D. flashed a winning grinAnd stood facing
Reverend LifeThe Reverend paled as he saw the scoreThe gambler
felt pain as a knifeHis troubles, tribulations Revelations and
regretsA wife, a child, a fight to trial Turned by the hand of
deathAnd the gambler saw his hand stained with the blood of his
family tiesAnd with the yellow smile of Mr.D. In his mind he
crumples and diesAnd these two great men from different
worldsFaced each other and shook of handsThe reverend shrugged
"ah well next time"And departed for heaven's landAnd the
flames leapt and the soul screamedAnd the cards scattered round
the roomAnd life is always a gambleA game from the cradle to
tombAnd the flames leapt and the soul screamedAnd the cards
scattered round the roomAnd life is always a gambleA game from
the cradle to tombAnd the flames leapt and the soul screamedAnd
the cards scattered round the roomAnd life is always a gambleA
game from the cradle to tomb
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