Didn't learn a goddamn thing

Is it only half way through Lent?

This hundred bucks is getting awfully warm

And it ain't going to the rent

I want a chance for something more

Or something different at least

All I got's a shot at hope

To get me through one more week

Is it wrong to use that cash

Her teeth are pretty straight

Over under's at fifty four

That one dude's groin is strained

All I know about myself is nothing's ever enough

Screw the payment on the truck and the rest of that boring stuff

It's gamblin' time

In Sam's Town I double down

The bitch holds back my king

The fucking horse dropped down in class

She hasn't learned a goddamn thing

I dream of jet black roulette wheels on a velvet ocean of green

I hold the dice like wounded birds and then I set them free