THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS

Look out my window on a Morning morning

see all the people walking, lost in their minds

Some of them look happy, some of them look grumpy

some of them look like their guard

and I wonder there’s a tie that binds their stories

and I wonder

How is the dealer of the cards?

Look out my window on a Tuesday morning

see some old lady walking with her cane

her hands are shaky and her clothes are grey and shabby

looks like her life must be lonely and hard

and I wonder: was it always such a painful struggle

and I wonder

How is the dealer of the cards?

Look out my window on a Friday morning

see a handsome guy his mercedes benz

his black italian suit and his hands are soft and smooth

looks like he never really had to try hard

and I wonder: does he have a million dollar mansion

and I wonder

How is the dealer of the cards?

The dealer deals

the gambler bets

the house will win

don’t you get it yet?