Another night doing nothing at all,
Passing the time hittin' heads on the wall,
At Satan's Asshole apartment in Hollyland,
What keeps me awake is what's in my hand.
Games like these I've never seen,
Losing all my money to a Black Jack Queen,
Next thing I bet my soul,
But that Queen doesn't know how to fold.
What are my odds make no difference,
Whether I win or lose I will still lose,
Simply because I can't leave until sunrise,
So here I am just another burnt fuse.
All this is insane and must be a sin,
To play against such a Black Jack Queen,
She plays her cards like the violin,
Bullshit like this I have never seen.
Here another client rises to protest,
But she just sweet talks him back,
But I wanted to put it to the test,
So I rise and all I see is black.
Blinded and never again how I've been,
All because of that damn Black Jack Queen,
This is the mastery of superior sin,
A little girl who's a Black Jack Queen.
