Step right up
Lay down a dollar
Heart on your sleeve
Like any other man would try
You play to win
So place your bets

The joke's on you
So go tell your mother
She raised a fool
Or just a martyr for a cause
Of dreamers and thieves

and all of this heartache and all of this pain
better be good for something more than feeling this way
so i'm rolling the dice
I'm spinning the wheel
I'm placing my bets on a whole 'nother deal

Opened my eyes
I saw the reflection
of the thin gray line
between the dreaming and what's real
was all this pain just good for nothing

the sun will rise
again tomorrow
I'm gonna shake
this death and sorrow to the ground
I'll cut my losses but I'm not skipping town