I exist sometimes in the space between
A roulette table and a morgue barely seen
I keep constantly finding out
Every revelation buried in a permadrought
It's every woulda shoulda coulda meant to save the world
A child's eye's sees truth but their voice implodes
I see you clasp your hands and I see you pray
Push the button again god I hate Mondays
Half an hour on hold and i'm ready to burst
They give me contracts clauses then they open the purse
But the reels still spin and horses pass on by
Wallet empty again but I'm a winner tonight
The wager constructed by my worst nightmares
The losses that I have to grin and bear
The free drinks that always seem to cost the most
The scent in my nose that smells like toast
The pain that throbs through joyful tears
The chemicals produced by spinning wheels
The anger I feel when I win the game
The bouncer whose fist rattles my brain
My neurons collapse as I'm shuffled out
Thrown into the Yarra but no one shouts
In my grandest dreams I always tend to drown
Heavy is the the head that has to enter Crown