Meter running on a rainy street.
Searching for a kind of luck that's sweet.
I've driven every mile of this town.
Watching all the heavy chips go down.
Roll the dice and let the board ignite.
Chase the three-star glow into the night.
Eight gold slots and a perfect hand.
Building up a kingdom in the sand.
Pick a champion from the crowded shop.
Wait for the rotation just to stop.
The weather turns and the wind starts to blow.
That is where the lucky winners go.
Syllable by syllable we climb.
Counting down the seconds of the time.
A kind of game where the weak ones fall.
One big hit and you can take it all.
Roll the dice and let the board ignite.
Chase the three-star glow into the night.
Eight gold slots and a perfect hand.
Building up a kingdom in the sand.
Sift through the scrap and the silver gear.
The final circle is drawing near.
Shift the gear and let the engine hum.
Wait for the victory beat to come.
Fare is paid and the journey is done.
Underneath a low and copper sun.
I'll park the cab by the old city wall.
Waiting for the final whistle call.
Roll the dice and let the board ignite.
Chase the three-star glow into the night.
Eight gold slots and a perfect hand.
Building up a kingdom in the sand.
Eight gold slots in a row.
Just watch the gold coins flow.
Keep the change, kid.
Keep the change.
