Song In the Key of Chance
๐ต 1652 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:53 duration
๐ ID: 5788355
๐ Lyrics
In the chest of a dealer hammers
And smelts a foul charge
As he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony
And metes her an unholy barrage
(O, the living is hard)
Of a rank Summer Saturday here
Drunk on domestic beer
The burnt English girls bray like mares
The men leer like snakes
O, there's no faith in this article, baby
No truth and no lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me
It wasn't for me to ask why
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some people weren't born to dance
While others are halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of chance
Make one sickening body
Born of a base urge and a high mind
And make it swing like a witch
Wealthy young men, hale tall timber
Who dally in the Spring time then steady in the Winter
While over the river, with needles for teeth
The spindle and stick men, apportioned a grief
Take to drink and drown, drown
O, the stories I love and the stories I hate
The city horses are tired, give them something to drink
Take the weight of the wagon from off of their shoulders
And the iron from their feet
At the top of the morning, top, top, top of the street
Is a look when you look, look, look
Look into somebody's eyes and you meet
Is a look when you look, look, look, look into somebody's eyes
And you know that they'd just as soon kill you as smile
There's no faith in this article baby
No truth and lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me
It wasn't for me to ask why
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some people weren't born to dance
While others are halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of chance
And smelts a foul charge
As he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony
And metes her an unholy barrage
(O, the living is hard)
Of a rank Summer Saturday here
Drunk on domestic beer
The burnt English girls bray like mares
The men leer like snakes
O, there's no faith in this article, baby
No truth and no lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me
It wasn't for me to ask why
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some people weren't born to dance
While others are halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of chance
Make one sickening body
Born of a base urge and a high mind
And make it swing like a witch
Wealthy young men, hale tall timber
Who dally in the Spring time then steady in the Winter
While over the river, with needles for teeth
The spindle and stick men, apportioned a grief
Take to drink and drown, drown
O, the stories I love and the stories I hate
The city horses are tired, give them something to drink
Take the weight of the wagon from off of their shoulders
And the iron from their feet
At the top of the morning, top, top, top of the street
Is a look when you look, look, look
Look into somebody's eyes and you meet
Is a look when you look, look, look, look into somebody's eyes
And you know that they'd just as soon kill you as smile
There's no faith in this article baby
No truth and lie, lie, lie, lie
I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me
It wasn't for me to ask why
But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
Some people weren't born to dance
While others are halted mid-step to the beat
Of a song in the key of chance
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:25.38] In the chest of a dealer hammers
[00:28.97] And smelts a foul charge
[00:32.55] As he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony
[00:35.26] And metes her an unholy barrage
[00:37.05] (O, the living is hard)
[00:39.75] Of a rank Summer Saturday here
[00:41.60] Drunk on domestic beer
[00:43.46] The burnt English girls bray like mares
[00:46.11] The men leer like snakes
[00:53.47] O, there's no faith in this article, baby
[00:57.03] No truth and no lie, lie, lie, lie
[01:00.68] I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me
[01:04.21] It wasn't for me to ask why
[01:07.84] But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
[01:10.53] Some people weren't born to dance
[01:16.01] While others are halted mid-step to the beat
[01:18.86] Of a song in the key of chance
[01:26.96] Make one sickening body
[01:29.65] Born of a base urge and a high mind
[01:33.31] And make it swing like a witch
[01:51.47] Wealthy young men, hale tall timber
[01:55.02] Who dally in the Spring time then steady in the Winter
[01:57.79] While over the river, with needles for teeth
[02:01.43] The spindle and stick men, apportioned a grief
[02:05.02] Take to drink and drown, drown
[02:13.18] O, the stories I love and the stories I hate
[02:31.39] The city horses are tired, give them something to drink
[02:37.60] Take the weight of the wagon from off of their shoulders
[02:41.31] And the iron from their feet
[02:44.02] At the top of the morning, top, top, top of the street
[02:51.22] Is a look when you look, look, look
[02:53.00] Look into somebody's eyes and you meet
[02:57.69] Is a look when you look, look, look, look into somebody's eyes
[03:02.16] And you know that they'd just as soon kill you as smile
[03:04.86] There's no faith in this article baby
[03:08.44] No truth and lie, lie, lie, lie
[03:11.21] I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me
[03:15.77] It wasn't for me to ask why
[03:18.41] But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
[03:22.02] Some people weren't born to dance
[03:26.54] While others are halted mid-step to the beat
[03:30.24] Of a song in the key of chance
[04:06.51]
[00:28.97] And smelts a foul charge
[00:32.55] As he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony
[00:35.26] And metes her an unholy barrage
[00:37.05] (O, the living is hard)
[00:39.75] Of a rank Summer Saturday here
[00:41.60] Drunk on domestic beer
[00:43.46] The burnt English girls bray like mares
[00:46.11] The men leer like snakes
[00:53.47] O, there's no faith in this article, baby
[00:57.03] No truth and no lie, lie, lie, lie
[01:00.68] I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me
[01:04.21] It wasn't for me to ask why
[01:07.84] But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
[01:10.53] Some people weren't born to dance
[01:16.01] While others are halted mid-step to the beat
[01:18.86] Of a song in the key of chance
[01:26.96] Make one sickening body
[01:29.65] Born of a base urge and a high mind
[01:33.31] And make it swing like a witch
[01:51.47] Wealthy young men, hale tall timber
[01:55.02] Who dally in the Spring time then steady in the Winter
[01:57.79] While over the river, with needles for teeth
[02:01.43] The spindle and stick men, apportioned a grief
[02:05.02] Take to drink and drown, drown
[02:13.18] O, the stories I love and the stories I hate
[02:31.39] The city horses are tired, give them something to drink
[02:37.60] Take the weight of the wagon from off of their shoulders
[02:41.31] And the iron from their feet
[02:44.02] At the top of the morning, top, top, top of the street
[02:51.22] Is a look when you look, look, look
[02:53.00] Look into somebody's eyes and you meet
[02:57.69] Is a look when you look, look, look, look into somebody's eyes
[03:02.16] And you know that they'd just as soon kill you as smile
[03:04.86] There's no faith in this article baby
[03:08.44] No truth and lie, lie, lie, lie
[03:11.21] I woke up one morning and it lay there beside me
[03:15.77] It wasn't for me to ask why
[03:18.41] But to reason with a dry mouth and a half-open eye
[03:22.02] Some people weren't born to dance
[03:26.54] While others are halted mid-step to the beat
[03:30.24] Of a song in the key of chance
[04:06.51]