this is a song i jsut wrote. took me about 10-15 minutes or so. i must say that i am happy with it, which is very unusual. it is the best thing i have written in a very long time. i could tell you what it is about, but i'll leave it up to you to interpret (its obvious anyways
) please comment on it!
Spirit of the Gambler
52 evil men, all dressed in black
Shuffling our deck
Although this, we should come to expect
And once they roll the sinister dice
There is no turning back
The deck is dangerous
The game: Malicious
A wicked round of black jack
To inspire hate
Bullets begin to fly
As the roulette wheel is spun
Lives are on the line
As the young soldier points his gun
From here on, there is no turning back
Life and death have become a game
Of vicious reds and brutal blacks
Our cards are dealt, one by one
In an unfair poker tournament
Deals are made
And fortunes won...
And retirements lost
As the destruction is done
Pockets are lined
With shining gold
As fire erupts in a far off land
But for justice, we are told!