Marc Almond - The Gambler Lyrics
On a dark night in a lost hourIn a town built from neon and chromeWhere las vegas seeks the desertIn an old broken down casinoThere the gambler slapped his money downDirty dollars one hundred or morePlaced his last bet on a poker gameCrossed his heart for the winning scoreBut the players at the tableTwo men of the phantom creedSeemed to play with sombre purposeThan a reason and pure greedAnd the gambler felt his back freezeAnd fear brushed his ageing browFor hed seen those men before in his dreamsHere they sat before him nowAnd the one smoothed back his black hairWith a comb slicked by brylcream and greaseFlipped the cards with a flippancyOf a wily and slippery easeWith his sharp suit shade of lilacOn a shuffle he made the cards singGold studs and menthol cigarettesRubies set in a skull ringAnd the other of the clergyWith a colour and robe of pale ivorySilver grey at the templesAnd a smile that was stern and was kindlyJack of hearts lead, wait for acesBecame faces of family and friendsUntil the deck showed him a pictureOf his life from beginning to endReverend life he flipped an aceAnd the gambler felt blood in his heartFor he knew this was the game of gamesHe would need all the reverends heartAnger, lust and gluttonyThe gambler seems hit hardEach failure and each featureMapped out in the slippery cardsGreasy mr.d. flashed a winning grinAnd stood facing reverend lifeThe reverend paled as he saw the scoreThe gambler felt pain as a knifeHis troubles, tribulationsRevelations and regretsA wife, a child, a fight to trialTurned by the hand of deathAnd the gambler saw his hand stainedWith the blood of his family tiesAnd with the yellow smile of mr.d.In his mind he crumples and diesAnd these two great men from different worldsFaced each other and shook of handsThe reverend shrugged ah well next timeAnd departed for heavens landAnd the flames leapt and the soul screamedAnd the cards scattered round the roomAnd life is always a gambleA game from the cradle to tombAnd the flames leapt and the soul screamedAnd the cards scattered round the roomAnd life is always a gambleA game from the cradle to tombAnd the flames leapt and the soul screamedAnd the cards scattered round the roomAnd life is always a gambleA game from the cradle to tomb
