He was bold as a lion and smooth like glass,
When we first saw him hit the scene
He could stare a down foe with his stone cold brass;
Hit the house like a wrecking machine.
Heatin’ it up everything that he’d touch
He’d burn and he burn cause he can’t get enough
Though he’s charred to the bone when the day is done
He’s starting over again cause he’s under the gun.
Well she walked tall as a mountain and spoke like rain.
She’d send your blood just like a river rushing.
And drop your soul to the ground like a ball and chain,
With a face that’d leave the red carpet blushing.
But at the end of the day if attention could pay,
Oh she’d turn and she’d burn and be well on her way.
With the hand she was dealt we all thought she’d won
But now she’s down to the felt and she’s under the gun.
They both walked in the garden and felt no shame
They were young and never had a suspicion
Well they thought they were kings, then the serpent came
And took them down by their own volition
You can call it curse or ya call it a sin
But don’t take on the house cause the house always wins
With the hand they were dealt youd’a thought they’d won.
But now they’re down to the felt and they’re under the gun.
credits
from Ungravity,
released November 18, 2012
Dave Moisan, Neil DeGraide
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