Here we sit like we have many times, familiar feeling
Hear the change of thousands pouring in
Yea, dealers, bosses, white and black, there's eyes that watch us over
If there is a hell, this must be it

(Chorus)
Hope is all you started with, you've seen as you walk in
Doubtful they could be your friends
A game you can depend on, this wicked thing is sin
It's ugly when you reach the end

The time is nonexistent, stranger people stay insistent
You may win but do you win a thing?
Old hands now black from filthy money
Tickets from the p___ shops
Back tomorrow, does this make much sense?

(Chorus)

(Break)

This town means nothing, this town will never grow
This town's a ghost town, you really outta know

Wheels spin, the sounds of ringing, pain inside my head
I think it's better just to find the edge
It's safe up here, I'm staying, I'd rather watch some other's fail
Like a king up on this Copper Ledge

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