We fired rounds at the fuel trucks
We kissed the dice we had so much luck
But it was never, never enough
We shook hands, we had a deal
Now you fold, your bluff was real
We were never left forsaken
And neither were our temptations
Perhaps that's fuel for fire
But yours is a deadly one
When you're on a roll on a sixth floor loaded gun
Trip the while and cut the deal
My mistake, I kiss the fool
Now this may be the end of you