Testo:
Early Saturday morning he stumbles home, Empty pockets, his work never shows, Every friday night he roles the dice, Gambles all his money and his life
He knows who he is when he rolls the dice but when the dice rolls him he's got nothing but ice under his feet!
That feeling drops like a dead weight, He never feels complete in this sharade, But when he's got the chance he cant say no, That life he leads will always leave him low
He knows who he is when he rolls the dice but when the dice rolls him he's got nothing but ice under his feet!
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
He knows who he is when he rolls the dice but when the dice rolls him he's got nothing but ice under his feet!
That feeling drops like a dead weight, He never feels complete in this sharade, But when he's got the chance he cant say no, That life he leads will always leave him low
He knows who he is when he rolls the dice but when the dice rolls him he's got nothing but ice under his feet!
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
