Mark Knopfler
Mark Knopfler - Everybody Pays lyrics
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"Everybody Pays" Mark Knopfler Shangri-La I got shot off my horse So what, I'm up again Sitting in one of these big saloons on main You can come around here Take a look around these sinners dens But you'll only find one or two real games Nobody's riding the underground Not yet anyway But either on the street, or the edge of town Everybody pays Everybody pays to play Now you ought to stay right where you are in sawdust land Probably the safest place to be With your greasy little pork pies and your shoestring hands Makes no difference to me All those directions which we never took To go our different ways Who went and wrote the oldest story in the book Everybody pays Everybody pays to play Curl up inside a boxcar, dream and dissappear With a couple of lowroller freinds You were never one for trouble, so get out of here I knew the game was dangerous back then But nobody's floating through these swing doors Just ups and walks away Everybody has to leave some blood here on the floor Everybody pays Everybody pays to play Yeah, everybody pays Everybody pays to play