you might draw the queen of spades
you don't need to be alone
i won't bring you no food
there might be some poison in your meat
i've got to know are you dead or alive
don't shut the door are you dead or alive
pick your window you're leaving
with a dollar up your face
you're cheap at half the price
oh don't powder your nose
don't blow your brains just for the the
i've got to know are you dead or alive
just for the crack are you dead or alive
pick your window you're leaving
but you know you're standing still
i'm afraid of your shadow
and the knife in it's hand
you're dancing with death
to the tune of the dealer