Press Your Luck

VERSE 1 (E - A-B riff x4, E-A-B-A riff)
I've sold out to the sellouts
leaving nothing but self doubt
coming is the crisis
I call midlife spices

and I will buy the maserati
and I will lose love for a hottie
and after a period of time
I'll learn of true crime

CHORUS (E-B-C-A x4 or 5 then B-C)
Elton calls it the circle of life
but I digress; it's a sick, sick lie
the fountain of youth is death
and death is life
and life is shackles
and shackles they rust
and in the end, it will begin again

VERSE 2
you can't dissuade the pursuaders
for they are true believers
making me into their image
a duplicate with a blemish

for I do have a broken soul
and it weeps at all we know
and there's nothing to be done
because I am now just one	(of you)

BRIDGE
so press your luck, don't fear the whammy
he'll get you if he gets you
just throw the dice, with broken hope
and life will be there.. to disappoint you

you'll never get your fifteen minutes
that's what Andy really meant
but we're all such fuckin' tools
that we will never see it, we will only be it

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