Sitting playing poker in a dirty backstreet bar Sweat is running down your neck and further down your arm Hiding aces everywhere and cheating when you can Hating every cheated, beaten poker playing man Winners and sinners Winners and sinners Winners and sinners are sent to Hell Winners and sinners, I wish you well It's five o'clock in the morning You've had a heavy night Bitter after you've lost your game You're beating up your wife The kids are crying Their mama's lying on the greasy floor You see the emptiness in their eyes Before you slam the door Winners and sinners Winners and sinners Winners and sinners are sent to Hell Winners and sinners, I wish you well Winners and sinners Winners and sinners Winners and sinners are sent to Hell Winners and sinners, I wish you well Why didn't you listen To what the old preacher said For those who win, and thee who sin Shall remain captured in chains In the fires of hell Winners and sinners Winners and sinners Winners and sinners are sent to Hell Winners and sinners, I wish you well