Flip the switch
And let the gamblers roll
I'm headed up from old Mexico
The border towns
All look the same
Brand new suit
And a bankers roll
Switchblade knife
And no place to go
Except where I might find
The next game

Lights go on across the town
Children's choir sings
Auld lang syne
The black jack dealers
Take their toll

I look up
From this beat park bench
Into an ocean
Of discontent
I can't wait to buy a ticket to anywhere
But home

Washing dishes
Behind the casino grill
Ain't no way
To make a kill
But on the winter nights
The water keeps me warm

I'll take my pay
And buy a gun
Steal a car
And hope it runs
Find a place
To make my name

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