Bowed Not Broken

When will you tire of those crap-game casinos? You've played every dice game, from Vegas to Reno But you can't fight this compulsion Keep believing your luck's in But it's gone in a tailspin Cold Monday morning on the edge of the city You hail down a ride to Atlantic city But the man wants paid back They'll put a bullet in your back Make you face look like road map Bowed not broken The shark's not joking You keep hoping The system can be beat A cold afternoon in a town full of losers A slot-machine heaven, full of red-eyed juicers But the man wants paid off Before he starts all the rough stuff They've taken the gloves off When will you tire of those crap-game casinos? You've played every dice game, from Vegas to Reno Stake it all on that one throw Then you run out of the back door On the run once more