For Every Dark Cloud

Oh, as odds rise, and the dice roll.
The fix is in, and the house wins.
Your hot tempers flare, you are seeing red,
Never gamble with what you really can’t lose!

As they hoard all things taken by greed.
Reality does eventually come back around.
No matter what twisted games are sadly played,
There’s always a silver lining, and a pot of gold.

Oh, as the stakes rise, and the cards fall.
The fix is in, and the house wins.
You now have empty pockets full of nothing.
Never gamble with what you really can’t lose!

As the wheel turns, and the marble rolls.
Reality for a moment rests upon a number.
No matter what twisted games are sadly played,
There’s always a player, and the stakes high.

(Back to the top, repeat)

For every dark cloud, floating in the sky.
There’s a sucker willing to pay and play.