Billy the killer the gamblers fella a demon who sits and reaps as satans bank teller give me your money show me your greed we will make grey your life until you can no longer feed lights out begging cups now clothes rotten gamblers master laughing all customers forgotten what are the odds can i sell you my shoes billy laughs and frowns says you cant possibly lose the stakes are low then high an old man trades in his false eye still bill sits still behind the jump whilst families crumble under the weight of ruin mothers have the hump wives have the hump then off the bridge the old fellas line up to jump a conveyor belt of dreams the kids wont taste the ice creams trap 3 might win but the dog breaks a legs and it screams the tote is all fucked the favourite nag bucked the jockey was in on the scam took 2 tickets of gold and pegasus pills the cheat and the corruption stops the medical bills now all are dark and dead and billy stills sleeps sound in his bed the gamblers last penny spins on black or red
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