Lyrics
Someone's always coming around here
Trailing some new kill
Says, "I've seen your picture on a
Hundred-dollar bill"
What's a game of chance to you
To him is one of real skill
So glad to meet you, Angeles
Picking up the ticket shows
There's money to be made
Go on, lose the gamble
That's the history of the trade
Did you add up all the cards left to play
To zero
And sign up with evil, Angeles?
Don't start me trying now
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles
I can make you satisfied in
Everything you do
All your secret wishes could right
Now be coming true
And be forever with my poison arms
Around you
No one's gonna fool around with us
No one's gonna fool around with us
So glad to meet you, Angeles
