Sweet Dempsey waiting on a number, Cups his sweating hand around dice and blows, Breathes his reeking trust on tumbling bones, In love with the air around a hundred thousand bad throws. All nerve and no brain, All nerve, no brain; It's jackpot plus in which he trusts. Someday I-- Someday I-- Sweet baby sucking on a number, Sweet Dempsey gladly trips switch after switch. He can feel himself drain out through his fingertips. Uneasy union; The conception of a near miss. All nerve and no brain, All nerve, no brain, It's jackpot plus in which he trusts. Someday I-- Someday I-- Keep dropping it in cool on the machine, Keep dropping it in, Dropping it in, Dropping it in, Someday I-- Someday I-- Someday I--