You lean back in the seat
Where the vinyl is worn
Rain is hitting the street
Since the early gray morn
I know every blind turn
And the potholes in line
Where the slow candles burn
And the old clocks align
Ready or not you go in
The lock turns with a click
Wait for the game to begin
The clock is a steady tick
You check the weight of the gun
Heavy steel in your grip
The long gamble is run
One more slide and a slip
Ready or not you go in
The lock turns with a click
Wait for the game to begin
The clock is a steady tick
Wrong house on a dead end road
Too much for a man to hold
The heavy air starts to load
The story is already told
Copper badges in sight
Through the haze of the hall
Looking for one scrap of light
Before the big hammers fall
I just drive the long way
While the sirens all scream
It is a cold kind of day
For a desperate kind of dream
Ready or not you go in
The lock turns with a click
Wait for the game to begin
The clock is a steady tick
That will be twenty bucks.
Watch your step on the curb.
