push it to the edge, jump up on the ledge, one last dance with gravity
fire in the hole, let the chamber roll, squeeze out all the insanity
one more for the road, cilled shot of patron, turn up this song on the stereo
time to ride the rails and fly with nightengales, sit back, relax and away we go
no we were not expecting you, seems like the floor is falling through
put your money down, stack the chips around, you better have an ace inside you,boy.
there must be something we can do, to keep the floor from falling in...
and i dont believe you know, and i dont believe you see, how the roof has opened up and the walls are comin down on you and me
your on a winning streak, the fest is yours to freak, if only you'd stand up and walk away, cant leave good enough alone, wont be happy till you've gone and fucked yourself at the end of the day.
There must be something we can do to keep the floor from falling in...
and i dont believe you know, and i dont believe you see, how the roof has opened up and the walls are comin down on you and me