In the early hours, when everyone’s asleep.
I wander to the other side, that\'s where I take my seat
I\'ll never be a winner.
To go there is a crime
When darkness opens up a door I\'m always right on time.
Inviting me enticing me to join him in the game
Just before the daylight comes.before the street lights wain.
The odds are stacked against me, the playing field not level.
I wake up each and every night.
To play a game of poker with the devil.
“You belong to me,”he’ll say
You’re the one I’ve picked.”
To join me in my poker game to see my five card trick
He’ll shake me and he’ll wake me, disrupt me in my slumber.
I’m drowning in dependency when the Devil takes me under
You can take it from the bottle
You can cook it on a spoon.
It will brighten up your darkness
Take away your gloom.
It’s not a long term remedy
It’s just a five card trick
You awaken in the twilight hours
To go and play some poker with \"Saint Nick.”
Somehow I know it\'s wrong.I know that it’s a sin
I don’t want to join but the darkness draws me in.
To pit my wits against him, will it ever end ?
Will I lose the game again and the Devil be my friend?
Some of us are tortured souls although we’re not to blame.
Some of us are destined to play the Devil’s game.
We’re all attracted to the fire, the wise one’s pull away.
Others stop and listen to what the Devil has to say.
I should be the sort of man who knows what’s right or wrong.
To never be so stupid that I hear the Devil’s song.
I never should be taken in by any gambler’s cheat.
But when Satan starts to deal.
I have to take a seat
I never learn my lesson, I never count the cost
Playing poker with the devil to recover all I’ve lost
I have to fuel the fire, I’ll borrow or I’ll steal
For my place at the table
When the Devil starts to deal.
It’s a jagged little pill you can buy it on the street
Come, join us at the Devil’s table
You’re welcome, take a seat.
When you see it on the TV, you want it even more.
You find yourself waiting outside the Devil’s door.
You have to face the aftermath and consider what you\'ve lost.
You’re never going to get it back, or recoup what it cost.
It comes on like a fever, other thoughts are banned.
You will find me at the table when the Devil deals my hand.