Gus was waiting in a gold room 

With a fancy chandelier 

All the ladies they were lined up 

By the blood red Belvedere

Sweat beads on his forehead

In the crisp Autumn air 

All the ladies they had gathered 

Old Gus knew his time was near 



Gus was waiting in a gold room 

With a fancy chandelier 

All the ladies draped with diamonds 

Smoke rose from a table in the rear 

The bar was made of cold, cold stone 

Behind it stood a foreign man 

All the liquor had been drunk up

By those monkeys in the band 



Gus was waiting in a gold room 

With a fancy chandelier 

All the people they had gathered 

His hand was trembling with fear 

Ivory dice lands on clean, green felt 

When his cheek is taken back

Watch the loser as he rises from his chair 

And he heads for the subway track 

Money has been known to break it's men 

And it pays to see the cracks 

But sometimes it has to end like this 

With everybody dressed in black