To moonn 6pence from papayeverte.
You always needed people like me
Directions for your fingers to point
A crooked dealers blaming spree
Im guaranteed to disappoint
Youre weak and scared and cutting raw deals
But fortune always favours the bold
Ill bet it all and crush your bluff
Ill never yield nor ever fold.
And I wont shoulder the blame.
I am the one whos left to take the fall
I fight the constant undertow.
You always needed a distraction
A target for the stones that you thrown
To draw attention to your actions
Im tailor made so lock & load
Oh, youre telling tales
You spineless coward
Your words not worth its weight in shit
Back against the wall, belligerent.
I wont shoulder the blame
So high and mighty
But when the bottom drops out
Youre gonna find me standing where you left me.
Deal the last hand, let the cards fall where they may
From your castle made of sand youre looking down at me
So high and mighty
But when the bottom drops out
Youll have to face me waiting where you left me