Gambler

At 6 o'clock in the morning, the duty calls every day

His job smells bad like a fish in a trash-can

And his eyes are small and looking sad

By little and little his friend had left

But he thought he wouldn't mind

'Cause in the evening when the day's gone

He's the master of the gambling-den

The trouser-pockets are filled with coins

so heavy they're hanging down to his knees

The slot machines sweat like a stembath

And the pinball shoots them all

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Roll my ball roll - this is the chance

To get out of control

Roll my ball roll - it's my show

And I need these points to win

Solo: Thies, Frank

He doesn't need any communication

'Cause gamblers are lonely people

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