OUTCAST - The Last Hand

Underground room, smoke in the air Four broken men in the dealer's chair The Boss is smiling, cigar in his teeth Diamond on his finger, iron underneath I lost my bike, lost my last dime Now I'm playing for my pride on borrowed time The first guy folds, face full of sweat The second guy screams, runs from the debt Just me and the Boss eye to eye One stays free, one's gonna buy He deals the cards, cold and slow. The final hand of this underground show If I lose this hand, I wear his chain I’ll be his shadow, his tool in the rain He’ll own my hands, he’ll own my soul Just another puppet under his control The Last Hand is dealt, the chips are all down I'm either a slave, or the king of this town I look at my cards, ace and a King I look at his sleeve, I see the cheat ring He's stealing my life with a crooked smile My brass knuckles ready under the tile No more playing games no more lies I won't be his dog, I look in his eyes If I lose this hand, I wear his chain I’ll be his shadow, his tool in the rain He’ll own my hands, he’ll own my soul Just another puppet under his control The Last Hand is dealt, the chips are all down I'm either a slave, or the king of this town I don't crawl! I take it all!