Girl you drag me down to that world below the street Where the walking dead and phantom pains have beat a sad retreat Where Ivanhoe's a no show and the saints are in disgrace My heart's on a card in your pocket and my hand is nothing but spades Deal me out Lord
Deal me out Lord, want to cry Deal me out Lord, want to die
I saw the tongue tied prophets hiding under subway grates There was one who had my number and the other had my face I asked what happened to the wings I traded for these tears You see I got my soul on credit and the payment's in arrears Deal me out Lord
Deal me out Lord, want to die Deal me out Lord, want to fly
The preacher closed his curtain, he has no patience for my sin He consecrates his running mates and plugs his mannikin And who made you the top screw, Dante asked his Beatrice She said there's an escalator takes you deeper down than this
(good luck boy) Thanks a lot Lord, want to cry Deal me out Lord, want to die
Hey Hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey Hey
You are my Death Warrant (ow!)
Her roads they are circuitous, her docks are in decay Her bridge long since exploded where her river meets her bay Her border guards are die-hards who will shoot you for two bucks They demand your keys, your loyalties, your bollocks and your drugs Let me out Lord
Deal me out Lord, want to cry Deal me out Lord, want to die
She's a lethal dose of flat mimosa, an unrepentant cooze From her faux chinchilla hat to her purple Jimmy Choos I asked her to release me and I showed her where to sign She just laughed and said "Caution, I brake for small minds".
Deal me out Lord, want to cry (Eat me out, boy) Deal me out Lord, want to die
The Oracle was whimsical, it said there was no hope, No wine and cheese, no revelries beyond the velvet rope I must play my licks my lame card tricks to an audience of one and when her rubies sparkle you can see her skeleton
Deal me out Lord, want to cry (Deal me out Lord) Deal me out Lord, want to cry