Blackjack

Hey, you fools! Gather ‘round!
Come on and get rich while you play
I’ve got for you a sack of gold
So who’s gonna ride the gravy train?

Stick to my promise and you’ll be free
But it excludes you being free from me
And in the end you realize
Your worthless will can’t save you from demise

Is there a thing that’s better, than not having to
Decide for yourself?

Now you can see
You’ll never take from me
A grip of your feeble brain
Blackjack, no gain
You call it what you may
But in the end it’s dust to dust

Ardorless sun – the tunnel ends
Just like my brief journey through your veins
I brought the pleasure and pain – and now you see
Your life was done the moment you met me

If you can dream it means you’re still alive
But in your life I pull the strings

Now you can see
You’ll never take from me
A grip of your feeble brain
Blackjack, no gain
You call it what you may
But in the end it’s dust to dust

Can’t get away

(Muzyka – Piotr Konicki, Tekst – Mateusz Drzewicz, Piotr Konicki)

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