Gotta play the hand you’re dealt
Even when the game’s fixed
When the dealer smirks
And something smells
Gotta accept your lot
A spot beyond the winners’ circle
Lurker by the backdrop
With prizes to stalk
Your eyes pale slots
You take your licks
And kick the pricks
Praying for another shot
Next time, your luck will change
Next time, you’re gonna get hot
Belly to the greentop
Again, you ante up
With the last of your scratch
With sweet thrills in your gut
You count your cards
And bet the lock
But the house clocked you
From the start
To them, you’re just another mark
And your type never takes the pot