One hand washes the other One eye open when I sleep One thing leads to another One's sleeping six feet deep Two faces in the mirror The two rights erase the wrong Two choices which one's clearer? What way do I run?
I played cards with the devil I made a bet with a ghost I made sure they'll never find the cure for a crooked soul
I see nothing but black clouds I'm in the eye of the storm I been burning my tightrope But I've got the beat of the bones In this town those dark waters..