"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