Jackpot Stampede Deluxe by Troubled Hubble Lyrics
There was a stampede into a casino that we went to. Familiar ringing like money was singing. There were old ladies laughing, and fat men dancing, so we took our chances and joined in the madness. Then a cocktail waitress, spelled out our fate for us, you can stay and drink as long as you'd like. But don't you forget to return to your jobs, I don't work these hours cuz I beat the odds. Oh! Life is so rough, money can talk but it never says enough, and I've had enough
There was a jackpot on the last slot and hearts sank all across the sea of hopeful losers like me. In the sad hue of the red light on an empty-wallet kind of night, she was the only thing keeping me alive. And I bet her birthday, and we were both sure that our luck was changing as black bars lined up. Oh cover me in green felt, I'll deal with all I'm dealt and we'll keep each other safe from the sharks that surround us here. Oh, life is so rough, money can talk but it never says enough and we've had enough. Oh, to win big just once. I swear I know that it would be enough and we've had enough
Later that evening the fountains were freezing, the cold wind was stinging my sunburned neck. From days of walking and jaws dropping at canyons and copters that flew around our heads. Las Vegas, last places, lost energy converges, from outer desert spaces like gasses escaping through holes in our layers, are there holes in our prayers when we pray for ourselves before others?
There was a jackpot on the last slot and hearts sank all across the sea of hopeful losers like me. In the sad hue of the red light on an empty-wallet kind of night, she was the only thing keeping me alive. And I bet her birthday, and we were both sure that our luck was changing as black bars lined up. Oh cover me in green felt, I'll deal with all I'm dealt and we'll keep each other safe from the sharks that surround us here. Oh, life is so rough, money can talk but it never says enough and we've had enough. Oh, to win big just once. I swear I know that it would be enough and we've had enough
Later that evening the fountains were freezing, the cold wind was stinging my sunburned neck. From days of walking and jaws dropping at canyons and copters that flew around our heads. Las Vegas, last places, lost energy converges, from outer desert spaces like gasses escaping through holes in our layers, are there holes in our prayers when we pray for ourselves before others?