L.a.

Winners ´n´ Sinners

L.a.


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