The gambler

They say to all can come good fortune
Just play your cards right and it will
‘Cause God may provide you some portion
But he won’t be footing the bill
Emily’s doctors are certain
They’ll figure out what is wrong
Behind the hospital curtain
Once all the money is gone

Ignoring the truth that can plague us
I take all we have on a trip
Ride I-15 down to Vegas
And find a cheap room off the strip
Emily’s room is as sterile
As the Angel Moroni’s one song
And all men become truly feral
Once all the money is gone

So take all the stars in the heavens
And offer them up to the gods
Blow on the dice, pray for seven
If you win, all the world will applaud
Emily died in the morning
I wish I could say she was strong
Luck won’t buy you any warnings
Once all the money is gone

Emily died in the morning
I wish I could say I was strong
Luck won’t spare you of the scorning
Once all the money is gone


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