Sharp Game

The table is green,

the dealer is cold

He thinks I am buying the lies that he sold

But I see the mark on the back of the jack

I’m taking my coat and I’m not coming back

(oh yeah)

I know the trick,

I know the game

You keep the cards,

I take the fame

With aces in my pocket,

I walk into the rain

The streetlights are high,

the pavement is wet

You’re looking for money I didn’t owe yet

A gentleman leaves before things fall apart

With a hand full of gold and a very cold heart

And the shadows are long

But the timing was right

(so right) We are slipping away

in the dark of the night

I know the trick,

I know the game

You keep the cards,

I take the fame

With aces in my pocket,

I walk into the rain

(bye bye)