lingering in the dim lit corners
where the sun is peaking in
he turns the floor and hard luck
he pushes hurt and poor souls
shuffle in through the door
always on their last drink
i lose sleep to keep the dreams from coming
that comes with their names
drink deep to keep my heart from aching
breathe deep with the stale smoke
he turns the floor with hard luck
shuffles through to sway a bad break
cut deck and a card cheat grinning
the numbers run hard luck
how are you going to see the ending coming
with your head turned around
how are you gong to keep those lies from coming?
your teeth line the ground
tongue cut from your mouth
lose sleep to keep the dreams from coming
i drink deep to keep my head from spinning
to keep my heart from aching