This is a song called 'Metal Machine Music' or 'Sorry Miss, Luis Suárez ate my homework', I'd like to dedicate this to sketchers of portraits everywhere.
I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put the dice into my hand
And I start to see the promised land
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just owe Joe
And I guess that I just owe Joe
I have made a big decision
I'm gonna try to win back that G for Joe
'Cause when the luck begins to flow
When I shoot craps or shuffle decks
and I'm throwing cash on bets
And you can't help me now, you guys
And all you sweet girls with all your sweet talk
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just owe Joe
And I guess that I just owe Joe
I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
On a great big buquebus
Going from this land here to that
Oh, in a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just owe Joe
Oh, and I guess that I just owe Joe
Swindlin', be the death of me
Swinder-lin', it's my wife and it's my life
Because some greenbacks in my hand
Sets of the neurons in my head
And then I'm better off than dead
Because when the luck begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the expats in that town
And all the gulchers livin' in fortified compounds
And the coke and iPads I left in Joe's lounge
And all the dollar sniffin' AFIP hounds
'Cause when the luck begins to flow
Oh, I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the gamblin' gets in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just owe Joe
And I guess I just owe Joe