Paroles de The Brass Tax

As soon as you park the car You’re pulling the deck apart You show me your hand and start Reaching into the pot Now that you’re bleeding hard I wanted to stack some cards You wouldn’t play too long I'm right where you left me off You let me win But why’d you admit it? Still no one gets anything How does your nose stay round Even when it’s stretching out? I had some strings, but now You finally cut me down No tugging my shoulders now