The Brass Tax

Tradução

Downward

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As soon as you park the car
You’re pulling the deck apart
You show me your hand and start
Reaching into the pot
Now that you’re bleeding hard
I wanted to stack some cards
You wouldn’t play too long
I'm right where you left me off

You let me win
But why’d you admit it?
Still no one gets anything

How does your nose stay round
Even when it’s stretching out?
I had some strings, but now
You finally cut me down
No tugging my shoulders now