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Busted Again
(T Boudreau 1-11-08)
In that old warehouse of Richardson and Krause that closed a decade ago
Gather Suicide Kings and the mischief they bring in the south side of the hollow
Surprise is the plan for final stand between the Kings and the (low-life) Cruisers
No matter how it plays out, without a doubt, both sides will always be losers
If you anti-up, you never double down you always choose your next card with care
Cuz it's growing up tough in this dead mans town where your only friend is despair
And he's showing aces and your looking at eights and Lady Luck can never be trusted
When you're at eighteen and your chances are lean, one more hit just might leave you busted…again
Smack in the center of the states where time never waits, the afternoons seem a mile long
The crop is knee high by the fourth of July and the farmer’s dreams are gone
A couple high-school kids gather under the bridge like they do every afternoon
With bottles of courage and a future discouraged they turn to the needle and spoon
If you anti-up, you never double down you always choose your next card with care
Cuz it's growing up tough in this dead end town where your only friend is despair
He's showing aces and your staring eights and Lady Luck can never be trusted
When you're at eighteen and your chances are lean, one more hit just might leave you busted again
and the cards keep on changing
cuz the game is always the same
it's not the stakes that are dangerous
it's how close you live to that flame
so you pack another clip
and take one more hit
the dealer is folding, his face-card is showing
and you feel that this could be it....
so you gotta anti-up, you never double down you always choose your next card with care
Cuz it's tough growing up in this gambling town where your only friend is despair
He's showing aces and you’ve only got eights and Lady Luck can never be trusted
When you're at eighteen and your choices are lean, one more hit just might leave you busted again