Oh my this soul's got an appetite His morals making more than a bourgeois payroll Starts out in an age-old town A little digit in a house full of heartache Too much just to bring him down With a family to support Under grips of the deck and its weight of the 51 others In a town of black and blood What can he do to keep from going under? On and on it goes, on and on it goes now Oh my this soul's got an appetite His morals making more than a bourgeois payroll There's no luck left in this hand he plays Queen's cold and the King's gone lazy Jack's out drunk on his pride getting crazy Stick around 'til the walls give out But the rent's getting higher for a number in the card house And with these day to day remissions of these honorable positions They once held in this society well they all gone to shit The ace was in the hole but he dug himself an early grave All the diamonds have gone to coal and the hearts have been broken Spades are underpaid and the clubs are all but broken And the royalty is fucked oh but the jokers sit on top counting stacks And laughing at the pain On and on it goes, on and on it goes now Oh my this soul's got an appetite His morals making more than a bourgeois payroll There's no luck left in this hand he plays Queen's cold and the King's gone lazy Jack's out drunk on his pride getting crazy Stick around 'til the walls give out But the rent's getting higher for a number in the card house