Paint me in all your lovely brushes, honey.
Feed me all of those pseudo-smiles, and late night lonelies.
Ain't a fuckin' thing much funny, honey.
We gonna be done if blackjack's chance.

Let me use you up, my darlin', my love
Let me sing this song to you.
'Stead of painting the town blood blood red,
Let me paint you corpse noble blue.

No one wins thumbs when you're around,
all bets are...

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