A Cheaters Armoury

All above board And we see nothing at all Clean and empty hands But still there's something lurking We believe you when you lie Buy your word, then you deny Pay your wealth You leave us high and dry You gamester You tell us our Fortunes by your cards And you're rubbing Yourself deep Into our wounds You gamester, you fool us We watch your spinning wheel And we scratch and we itch And the longer it Takes for us to heal You promise ten birds In the bush Each and every Sunday Sell your, "Letters of indulgence" We believe you when you lie Buy your word, then you deny Pay your wealth You leave us high and dry A cheater's armory All you've got Is shifty eyes A black dress A false name