Из альбома: Thieving From the House of God
You've never got reason, you've never got rhyme
You've never got money and you never got time
You've never got whiskey, you've never got wine
You've never got drugs, but you always do mine
Your sister morphine, won't get you home
This losing streak your on is the worst I've ever known
You've played your joker, now you'll have to fold
I'll raise you and I'll see you and leave you standing in the cold
You've never got action, you've never got speed
You've never got anythin that I ever need
You've never got nothin, you've never got none
You never got told that you're not the only one
Your sister morphine, won't get you home
This losing streak your on is the worst I've ever known
You've played your joker, now you'll have to fold
I'll raise you and I'll see you and leave you standing in the cold
You've never got reason, you've never got rhyme
You've never got money and you never got time
You've never got whiskey, you've never got wine
You've never got drugs, but you always do mine
Your sister morphine, won't get you home
This losing streak your on is the worst I've ever known
You've played your joker, now you'll have to fold
I'll raise you and I'll see you and leave you standing in the cold
(Some you win, some you lose)