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Grace Petrie
Grace Petrie
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Grace Petrie
Grace Petrie
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The first thing they teach at Eton is to recognize a mark And they don't come no easier than desperate in the dark A little smoke and mirrors, boys, you've got them on the hook Blaming other folks for what you took The biggest con-man came, and we were looking down at heel A land of milk and honey, boys, an oven-ready deal And every single architect is richer since we left Our workers and our industries bereft But when the dinghies got you tied up in knots You don't worry 'bout the super yachts Roll up, roll up (roll up, roll up) And place your bets You get the same chance everybody gets Yeah, from the first day of your life You were born into this gunfight with a knife 'Cause the dice is always loaded The coins all wear two grins The devil pays the dealer for his multitude of sins But whichever way the roulette wheel spins The house always wins Well, watch out for the commies, boys, so let's send in the clowns The razzle-dazzle bulldog, no, he's never let us down The showman of the circus, but what lies beneath the mask Ain't it funny, no one ever thought to ask? And when the game is up and every golden goose bled dry There's columns, books, and panel shows, and no one bats an eye The quick-wash reputation, laundry's spotless every time Ain't it funny, no one ever draws the lines From "have I got news for you" to the after-dinner scene Taking home a million between Roll up, roll up (roll, up, roll up) And place your bets You get the same chance everybody gets Yeah, from the first day of your life You were born into this gunfight with a knife 'Cause the dice is always loaded The coins all wear two grins The devil pays the dealer for his multitude of sins But whichever way the roulette wheel spins The house always wins, the house always wins Yes, so when you've cast your chips in, well I wouldn't hang around 'Cause out there on these streets, these folks are making a new sound They're waking up to how they've always seem to come out down And they might just burn this damn casino to the ground Roll up, roll up And place your bets You get the same chance everybody gets Yeah, from the first day of your life You were born into this gunfight with a knife 'Cause the dice is always loaded The coins all wear two grins The devil pays the dealer for his multitude of sins But whichever way the roulette wheel spins The house always wins The house always wins The house always wins The house always wins Oh yeah, the house always, always wins
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