Risk pays the biggest profits.
Eventually we all pay the tab.
Hate it when fate cuts us
well below the chin.
These are the only fortunes we have,
either too much,
or not enough,
drought or deluge;
think we’re so tough,
hide in refuge.
Exposed and vulnerable
when the wheel hits red,
you’ve bet on black,
so now you’re dead
and gone forever.
Oh, we all wanna hit it big,
but is it worth your soul?
We, the gamblers of immortality,
high stakes hustlers
afraid to see the check.
Burdened with certain fatality
when the devil gets his due.
Never can say when he will come to collect.
HG – 2000-2005
