She's got the white vices
That makes her feel better
She picks em up, turns around
Like it doesn't matter
Squeaking teeth biting tongue
That's what she needs
Bleeding lips on her way
To the casino seat

It's wrong and right
You know
The way it is tonight
It's low and high
Sometimes
You're gonna feel alright

God knows that ain't what she wanted
Money hunger gamblerholic, do you wonder?
Spiking heels in the casino lungs
Hitting hard until there is no one there to
Accomplish your merciless dreams
My lies are not for free

It's cold and hot
is this
What makes you feel alive?
It's fast and slow
Don't stop
You're gonna hit em hard

Getting busy on the way home
Call her later because right now she
can't just reach the phone
Fuzzy mailbox in the middle of the rocks
broken lipstick floating on her sadness dreams
Coloring red and white
Black lies and money pies

Just roll the dice
Again
To make her feel alright
They're red and white
And black
Multicolored lies

And I know
This is getting worse
Every time I see ya around you're like really thirsty
And you know
That I'm getting better
At multicolored lies now they can stand the weather