Lyrics:
A Whiskey bottle
Sits upon a table
Drowning my opponent
I can hear his heart
A dealer dealing
Good for your misfortune
We'll have you sweating bullets
For the right card
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
The unexpected
He will come to haunt you
Like a breath of darkness
Riding in the wind
And it will drag you
Into the bowels of evil
Pretty white pills curse doesn't hide again
A dead man's hand
A dead man's fate
Harm them once and you may never escape
A dead man's hand
A dead man's fate
Everybody fears the Aces and Eights
Loaded gun hiding underneath the table
Ready for the trigger
In case you might go down
You'll either come out standing like a winner
Or lying in a pine box six feet underground
A dead man's hand
A dead man's fate
Harm them once and you may never escape
A dead man's hand
A dead man's fate
Everybody fears the Aces and Eights
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
A dead man's hand
A dead man's fate
Harm them once and you may never escape
A dead man's hand
A dead man's fate
Everybody fears the Aces and Eights
With a dead man's hand
A dead man's hand
A dead man's hand
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