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Smoke flows as fire from their words
And I'm supposed to care, but I just don't
So I hope your hitmen came rehearsed
'Cause I bet my smile can kill you first
Bet it all on black tonight
Roll the dice, let's go
I took the knife stuck in my back
And turned it into solid gold
No more tears to cry
No more asking why
No more anguish in our lives
We're too dressed up to die
They have the stage set for the show
And the kings are here to take control
But I know something they will never know
That queens will always settle scores
Bet it all on black tonight
Roll the dice, let's go
I took the knife stuck in my back
And turned it into solid gold
No more tears to cry
No more asking why
No more anguish in our lives
We're too dressed up to die
Na nanana na (Dead!)
Nanana na, (Dead!)
Nanana
Na (Dead!)
Nanana na (Dead!)
Nanana na (Oh)
Nanana
Na, nanana na, nanana
(Dead! Don't be dead to the world, dead to your heart, dead inside!)
Na, nanana na, nanana
(Dead! Don't be dead to yourself, dead to the world, dead inside!)
Bet it all on black tonight
Roll the dice, let's go
(Too dressed up to die)
I took the knife stuck in my back
And turned it into solid gold
(Too dressed up to die)
No more tears to cry
No more asking why
(Too dressed up to die)
No more anguish in our lives
We're too dressed up
To die
