Lyrics:
Spin the wheel my kiss of fortuneAh, your solitude's a high pitched whineLet go of the medicineOr you'll be sucking it until you dieAnd I thought this could be my timeBut you pulled the rug from under meI've hardened in this ageless shameOf swinging from your coattailsNow I'm back to good old ball and chainOh, wonderfulLet the water pourHow right you wereWith your entourage of kissing snakesA simple matter of give and takeOh, and pour your mind out of the vaseWall to wall, winner takes allBut I want to see the lightning strike youReturn with this sicknessTurn the kick in his headMy word is woeful in his rantI imagine you'd like to call it soulfulReturn with this sicknessTurn the kick in his headMy word is woeful in his rantI imagine you'd like to call it soulfulKick in the doors, you canSuck open sores, you canBuild us a rocketThe least you can, the worst you canSend us all on our way