The stakes are up and your eyes are down
Step right up for another round
There's fate up your sleeve
There's sweat on your brow
and I would be damned
If I let you back into this town
The Vincent Black Shadow, This Road Is Going Nowhere
(say Discordia, say sorry)
Most of his money was gone before ten
That's when he smiled and took out his knife.
"All right
(
Read more... )