Life on the Line

Put my life on the line, slap the cards down on the table
Give me a woman with slippery hands
And I’ll come down to her whenever I am able
To travel to these unexplored lands

I broke a lot of bottles, smashed a lot of glass
Got nothing to show for it but these scars
Put my eyes in their sockets and a gun in each hand
Try to shoot out this canopy of stars

I never once taught you anything
I just say things and you half pay attention
It might in the long run have a better ring
To mislead you was not my intention

Like a monkey that is greased or a cat that is in heat
Don’t know just where to put down my tail
But I’ll say it once again that I do not need a friend
Who only calls when they got to post bail

Is there one thing that I can do that might help you?
Or is everything prone to make it worse?
Standing on a precipice, looking over the edge
Trying to figure out just why we got cursed

I never once taught you anything
I just say things and you half pay attention
It might in the long run have a better ring
To mislead you was not my intention

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