Letras:Channel 3. CH3. Gamblin' Time.

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