Your hips are swaying, and your eyes are saying That you need two gamblers for this game you’re playing And I might want you, yeah, but I don’t need you And you won’t sleep in my bed, anymore It seemed like a dead end even when I was seven To sing for this country with my hands up to heaven ‘Cuz God was dead then, yeah he’s never been back again And I don’t think about, anymore It’s a gamble, and your fingers burn From the last time that you flew and bled And the shadows that you walk around Will still be there when the sun goes down Venus Flytrap, twenty years now The chance is just as fat as a union bureaucrat That the life you wanna live ain’t the one you’re looking at There’s more risk in a brain-cell Than any Vegas hotel When you can’t find the pit boss, anywhere