Sweet Dempsey waiting on a number,
Cups his sweating hand around dice and blows,
Breathes his reeking trust on tumbling bones,
In love with the air around a hundred thousand bad throws.
All nerve and no brain,
All nerve, no brain;
It’s jackpot plus in which he trusts. Someday I--
Someday I--
Sweet baby sucking on a number,
Sweet Dempsey gladly trips switch after switch.
He can feel himself drain out through his fingertips.
Uneasy union;
The conception of a near miss.
All nerve and no brain,
All nerve, no brain,
It’s jackpot plus in which he trusts.
Someday I--
Someday I--
Keep dropping it in cool on the machine,
Keep dropping it in,
Dropping it in,
Dropping it in,
Someday I--
Someday I--
Someday I--
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