The Gambler Lyrics - Marc Almond

On a dark night in a lost hour 

In a town built from neon and chrome 

Where las vegas seeks the desert 

In an old broken down casino 

There the gambler slapped his money down 

Dirty dollars one hundred or more 

Placed his last bet on a poker game 

Crossed his heart for the winning score 

But the players at the table 

Two men of the phantom creed 

Seemed to play with sombre purpose 

Than a reason and pure greed 

And the gambler felt his back freeze 

And fear brushed his ageing brow 

For he'd seen those men before in his dreams 

Here they sat before him now 

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And the one smoothed back his black hair 

With a comb slicked by brylcream and grease 

Flipped the cards with a flippancy 

Of a wily and slippery ease 

With his sharp suit shade of lilac 

On a shuffle he made the cards sing 

Gold studs and menthol cigarettes 

Rubies set in a skull ring 

And the other of the clergy 

With a colour and robe of pale ivory 

Silver grey at the temples 

And a smile that was stern and was kindly 

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Jack of hearts lead, wait for aces 

Became faces of family and friends 

Until the deck showed him a picture 

Of his life from beginning to end 

Reverend life he flipped an ace 

And the gambler felt blood in his heart 

For he knew this was the game of games 

He would need all the reverend's heart 

Anger, lust and gluttony 

The gambler seems hit hard 

Each failure and each feature 

Mapped out in the slippery cards 

Greasy mr.d. flashed a winning grin 

And stood facing reverend life 

The reverend paled as he saw the score 

The gambler felt pain as a knife 

His troubles, tribulations 

Revelations and regrets 

A wife, a child, a fight to trial 

Turned by the hand of death 

And the gambler saw his hand stained 

With the blood of his family ties 

And with the yellow smile of mr.d. 

In his mind he crumples and dies 

And these two great men from different worlds 

Faced each other and shook of hands 

The reverend shrugged "ah well next time" 

And departed for heaven's land 

And the flames leapt and the soul screamed 

And the cards scattered round the room 

And life is always a gamble 

A game from the cradle to tomb 

And the flames leapt and the soul screamed 

And the cards scattered round the room 

And life is always a gamble 

A game from the cradle to tomb 

And the flames leapt and the soul screamed 

And the cards scattered round the room 

And life is always a gamble 

A game from the cradle to tomb