yeatsgrave

someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill

says i seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill
and what's a game of chance to you, to him is one of real skill

so glad to meet you angeles

picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made

go on and lose the gamble that's the history of the trade

you add up all the cards left to play to zero

and sign up with evil angeles

don't start me trying now

cos i'm all over it angeles

i could make you satisfied in everything you do

all your 'secret wishes' could right now be coming true

and be forever with my poison arms around you

no one's gonna fool around with us

so glad to meet you angeles