Business as usual

 

You're trying to see through me
You're trying to make your money
You hold your cards close to your vest
And cut my hand off at the wrist

The deck is stacked with pressure tactics
Backing this boy down
You had this pigeon pigeon-holed
When I rolled into town

 

I got one last ace
I've hid inside my boot
And one bad taste in my mouth
Though I run last place
In this house of ill repute
I'll call your bluff and call you out

 

I know that you've outdone me
Outwitted and outgunned me
You're smiling like a Cheshire cat
And lying like democrat

You covered all your bases
Spoke from both sides of your faces
But the verdict of the case is
I'm about to trade you places


I got one last ace
I've hid inside my boot
And one bad taste in my mouth
Though I run last place
In this house of ill repute
I'll call your bluff and call you out

 

Don't you think I've sweated blood enough
To run this carpet red
How much harder do I get to work
Before I get ahead
You're the man who deals the cards and seals the fates and pulls the strings
I've been strung along just long enough to get the hang of things
And I'll string you up and hang you high with aces over kings

 

I got one last ace
I got one last ace
Though my hands may shake I'm not afraid to shoot
So draw your gun and come on out

 

Music and Lyrics Jason Kramer, 2002