Coma Casino-We Are Lions

Read your poker face sister and I＇ve got your number I＇ve heard your story and it＇s burning a hole in my pocket Who＇s the gentleman, dear? Has he killed for you? And do you love each other＇s children? Well they don＇t love you.. you you you It＇s 1945 and they＇re dropping bombs on me 50 years from now we＇ll rewrite history These streets are cracked for miles Asphalt, mosaic tiles, but there＇s an open door Lack of luxury Cards and cutlery There＇s a women buying an artistic drink She＇s dying to inspire even if only for one night But I＇m no gentleman, dear I＇ve killed for you This painting will never surface, Neither will you you you you You＇re living a lie, gambling in the lion＇s den