Imagine that, Gambling with our habitat, Pick up a pair a' dice, And, roll 'em on paradise. Crap! Our lucks run out, At Craps, Just found out, The chips are down, How about, We get outta town? Pick 'em up, And, throw 'em again? Might throw up, Ain't gamblin' a sin? Roll the pair a' dice, On paradise. Risking our environment, On the slim chance, Of some short-lived enjoyment, Might as well ask... the devil to dance? O.K. here goes, Who knows... Maybe there'll be a surprise? Oh crap... I threw snake eyes. No one naps, Risking it all on craps. Pick 'em up, And, toss 'em again? Might toss my cookies, We're playing like rookies. Roll the pair a' dice, On paradise. Wait! Are these dice loaded? Sure the odds are against me, But, something just ain't right, On this risky night, It feels like it's already been decided, That we pledged our destiny, As security... Now, we're sooo far in the hole, We can never be whole, Having tossed a pair a' dice, On paradise. Down on our luck? $%#! Crap! Our lucks run out, At Craps, Just found out, The chips are down, How about, We get outta town?
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