Gambler's Crutch
from Muhammad Seven & The Spring by Muhammad Seven & The Spring
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lyrics
You're on my mind
When I close my eyes
Searching for a gentle place
To fall asleep at night
And I never dream
But I wish I could
Those whispers are the only code
I ever understood
Had my first beer in second grade
Sophomore year it was a pack a day
I stopped hoping for more
I Knew It wasn't gonna work out anyway
Now I'm preying for a five card Charlie
A dagger three in the clutch
No one ever told me broke and lonely living
was a gambler's crutch
And when I strike it rich I'll buy you
A house with a yard and a car from a route one lot
For now I hope you know me well enough to let me rot
I wake up drunk
Then I'm high all day
4 times out of 5 I just
show up to work that way
And I sleep around
So much it's nuts
I'd probably chase your sister
if she didn't hate my guts
you loved me back when no one though you should
Said you didn't want to leave but I understood
Couldn't figure out
why it took so long
for you to get it that I ain't no good
Now I'm preying for a five card Charlie
A dagger three in the clutch
No one ever told me broke and lonely living
was a gambler's crutch
When I strike it rich I'll buy you a dress
with a rhinestone collar at a downtown shop
But for now I hope you know me well enough
To let me rot
Rot like a prisoner in an iron cage
Rot like a jilted lover, blind with rage
Rot like a liver soaked in bitters
That suits a man who's twice my age
Just leave me be to rot away the days
I broke you down
And fed you lies
I ain't like some other men who might apologize
The walled-off pain
I tried to hide
You wrapped me up in your embrace
the night my brother died
I made you feel stupid when I felt afraid
I glared and threatened at your friendly gaze
When you're smaller than dirt
you try to make it like you're bigger than the Palisades
Now I'm preying for a five card Charlie
A dagger three in the clutch
No one ever told me broke and lonely living
was a gambler's crutch
When I strike it rich we'll head t o the coast for a while
and make up for all the time we lost
Even though you told me never to call again
and changed your locks
When I close my eyes
Searching for a gentle place
To fall asleep at night
And I never dream
But I wish I could
Those whispers are the only code
I ever understood
Had my first beer in second grade
Sophomore year it was a pack a day
I stopped hoping for more
I Knew It wasn't gonna work out anyway
Now I'm preying for a five card Charlie
A dagger three in the clutch
No one ever told me broke and lonely living
was a gambler's crutch
And when I strike it rich I'll buy you
A house with a yard and a car from a route one lot
For now I hope you know me well enough to let me rot
I wake up drunk
Then I'm high all day
4 times out of 5 I just
show up to work that way
And I sleep around
So much it's nuts
I'd probably chase your sister
if she didn't hate my guts
you loved me back when no one though you should
Said you didn't want to leave but I understood
Couldn't figure out
why it took so long
for you to get it that I ain't no good
Now I'm preying for a five card Charlie
A dagger three in the clutch
No one ever told me broke and lonely living
was a gambler's crutch
When I strike it rich I'll buy you a dress
with a rhinestone collar at a downtown shop
But for now I hope you know me well enough
To let me rot
Rot like a prisoner in an iron cage
Rot like a jilted lover, blind with rage
Rot like a liver soaked in bitters
That suits a man who's twice my age
Just leave me be to rot away the days
I broke you down
And fed you lies
I ain't like some other men who might apologize
The walled-off pain
I tried to hide
You wrapped me up in your embrace
the night my brother died
I made you feel stupid when I felt afraid
I glared and threatened at your friendly gaze
When you're smaller than dirt
you try to make it like you're bigger than the Palisades
Now I'm preying for a five card Charlie
A dagger three in the clutch
No one ever told me broke and lonely living
was a gambler's crutch
When I strike it rich we'll head t o the coast for a while
and make up for all the time we lost
Even though you told me never to call again
and changed your locks
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from Muhammad Seven & The Spring,
released March 26, 2019
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Muhammad Seven & The Spring New York, New York
M7 is a blue collar Americana songwriter hailing from Boston, MA and currently living in the Finger Lakes region of New York. The son of an Iranian immigrant father and French-Canadian mother, he and his music were born in the fallout of the '79 Islamic Revolution and the Regan/Bush era, and draw influences from '60s protest music, '70s rock and roll, '80s pop, '90s hip hop and 20th century folk. ... more
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