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Flip the switch and let the gamblers roll Headed up from old Mexico The border towns, they all look the same Brand new suit and a bankers roll Switchblade knife and no place to go Except where I might find the next game Lights go on across the town Children's choir sings auld lang syne Black jack dealers, they take their toll I look up from this beat park bench Into an ocean of discontent Can't wait to buy a ticket to anywhere but home Washing dishes behind the casino grill Ain't no way to make a kill But on the winter nights The water keeps me warm Take my pay and buy a gun Steal a car and hope it runs Find a place where can make my name Flip the switch and let the gamblers roll Headed up from old Mexico The border towns, they all look the same |