He dealt me a hand
that was sure to lose
Slick and quick
wih the trick of his fingers,
shuffling fifty-three cards
in a tainted deck
Jacks and Kings
with a nasty wink
A queen of red hearts
that was really pink
Not your usual poker
I was the joker
He was the ace of spades,
a devious cheat
Never could I beat
him at his own game
Until one day
I called his bluff
Enough was enough!
And I threw in my chips
All or nothing
In or out
His hand was loser
I had a full house
The gospel of Christ
My hand, life
The devil's, death,
designed to draw
my last breath
So the *** was mine
but it looked like hell
I left it behind
My soul is not for sale!
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 4:20 PM UTC
He dealt me a hand
that was sure to lose
Slick and quick
wih the trick of his fingers,
shuffling fifty-three cards
in a tainted deck
Jacks and Kings
with a nasty wink
A queen of red hearts
that was really pink
Not your usual poker
I was the joker
He was the ace of spades,
a devious cheat
Never could I beat
him at his own game
Until one day
I called his bluff
Enough was enough!
And I threw in my chips
All or nothing
In or out
His hand was loser
I had a full house
The gospel of Christ
My hand, life
The devil's, death,
designed to draw
my last breath
So the *** was mine
but it looked like hell
I left it behind
My soul is not for sale!
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