Read your poker face sister and I've got your number

I've heard your story and it's burning a hole in my pocket

Who's the gentleman, dear?

Has he killed for you?

And do you love each other's children?

Well they don't love you.. you you you



It's 1945 and they're dropping bombs on me

50 years from now we'll rewrite history

These streets are cracked for miles

Asphalt, mosaic tiles, but there's an open door

Lack of luxury

Cards and cutlery



There's a women buying an artistic drink

She's dying to inspire even if only for one night

But I'm no gentleman, dear

I've killed for you

This painting will never surface,

Neither will you you you you



You're living a lie, gambling in the lion's den