Checkmate honey Beat you at your own damn game No dice honey I'm livin' on the astral plane Feet's on the ground Your head's going down the drain Heads I win, tails you lose To the never mind
When you Draw The Line
Indian summer Carrie was all over the floor She was a wet net winner And rarely ever left the store She sang and danced all night And wronged all the right out of me Pass me the vile and cross your fingers It don't take time
Nowhere to Draw The Line
"High Ho Silver" we were singin' all the cowboy songs You told Carrie You promised her you wouldn't be long Heads I win, tails you lose Lord it's such a crime No dice honey You the salt, you're the queen of the brine Checkmate honey You're the only one who's got to choose
Where they Draw The Line
Checkmate, don't be late Take another blow That's right It's possible to wreck it Cuz' you kill yourself When you rock to the top Your the boss of yourself So suffer Now Draw The Line Ooo-Yeah