歌手:Spill Your Guts
专辑:《s/t》

作词 : Spill Your Guts
作曲 : Spill Your Guts
Color blind, going all in
It's your favorite number
Pick the track, your life's a heart attack
Out the gates and now everything's under
The chance. The luck. Your final throwdown against the world.
It could be you flying in the wind
But instead you're left standing for death

We long, we long
For the sweepstakes, on the winners
We long, we long
For the prizes, and the drunks
Pray to that God you love
Race Days, and Racy Nights
Thunder of the hooves
DEATH'S. GOT. YOU BY THE NECK.

Shifting shadows, spinning in circles
Round and round no one knows where it goes
Hear crushing sound, of the gravel rolling
It's your teeth, flying out of your mouth
The truth. The tell. The sweat dripping from your neck.
It's too late your last days are here
He's got you now everything's over

We long
For the sweepstakes
We long
For the prizes
Pray to that God you love
DEATH'S. GOT. YOU BY THE NECK.