In the back alley
Where the rats are liars
And the cats carry six shooters
Where you watch your head
Because the dead tell no tales
Never flip a coin
They'll decide if you join
They say it's better to kick a dog than a can and attract the wrong attention
In the back alley
Where you sell your soul at half price
And always roll snake eyes twice
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