Lyrics:

Sweet Dempsey, waiting on a number he cups his sweating
hands around dice and blows.
Breathes his reeking trust on tumbling bones.
In love with the air around a hundred thousand bad throws.

All nerve and no brain.
All nerve and no brain.
It's jackpot plus,
in which he trusts...
someday I...

Sweet baby sucking on a number,
Sweet Dempsey gladly trips switch after switch.
He can feel himself drain out through his fingertips.
Uneasy union the conception of a near miss.

All nerve and no brain.
All nerve and no brain.
It's jackpot plus,
in which he trusts...
someday I...

I keep dropping it in cool on the machine.
Keep dropping it in.

Someday I...