someone's always coming around here trailing some new kill. says, "i seen your picture on a hundred dollar bill." and what's a game of chance to you? to him is one of real skill. picking up the ticket shows there's money to be made. go on and lose the gamble, that's the history of the trade. if you add up all the cards left to play to zero and sign up with evil, i'm all over it. don't start me trying now, because i'm all over it. i could make you satisfied in everything you do. all your "secret wishes" could right now be coming true, and you'd be forever with my poison arms around you.