Thousand faces of evil turn wicked tonight
And the sight of breast-feeding can turn into trial
My money ran out a long time ago
I hope to stay alive until the next show

I’m paying a lot to see if the world is bluffing
With me I’m all in it’s double or nothing

It’s as hot as hell for an August fool
The priests at the station are praying for fuel
My gas tank, man, has gotten low
I hope my ride can make it to the next show

I’m paying a lot to see if the world is bluffing
With me I’m all in it’s double or nothing
Double or nothing, double or nothing