| Welcome to The Lucky 38, glad you could make the trip
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| The crowning jewel in the oasis of the Vegas Strip
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| I’m Robert Edwin House, the founder of this place of rest
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| A haven for the wayward, that’s to say, if you can pay the rent
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| Understand that if you try to stop my plans you’ll come to harm
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| I ensure that every bandit standing here has just one arm
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| I eschewed the grandeur, built a land for all that’s free from smarm
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| But show your hand, I’ll flush you out straight down to the farm
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| You blunder in and wonder if
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| A bunch of chips can run the strip?
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| A hundred twits with guns and clips
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| Have tried their luck and lost the bet
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| I funded it — I’m one with it
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| So watch your lip or run the risk
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| 'Cus if you’re here to plunder it
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| You might just end up under it
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| You can hit them, you can fold them
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| Stack the deck and weigh the dice
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| All that glitters isn’t golden
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| Cash that cheque you’ll pay the price
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| Might be safer in the desert
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| Only dust to judge your sins
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| But those who wager aren’t so clever
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| 'Cus in heaven
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| Well, the House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the House always wins)
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| House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the House always wins)
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| House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the House always wins)
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| House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the-)
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| (Place your bets but the-)
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| You want to see the profits of democracy? |
| Then go and see 'em
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| Across the street, a bunch of freaks are playing Colosseum
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| Honestly? |
| Was the world you wanted what you got to see?
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| When you were dropping crosses into boxes behind polling screens?
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| Was dropping bombs your chosen option? |
| Did you vote for screams?
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| Was the apocalypse your politician’s policy?
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| Did you put stock in their prepostering and prophesy?
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| A shining future built on squabble-free equality?
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| That every day you’d get your plate of steak and collard greens?
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| That the human race was capable of anything but wanton greed?
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| But now that world is gone and what lived on belongs to me
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| That freedom you so wanted’s now the cost of living comfortably
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| Peace is just a product with a focus test of billions
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| And the test was unsuccessful so we altered it’s description
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| «Your safety now provided by the guys at RobCo Services!»
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| For one ongoing price of your unwavering subservience
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| Impressed? |
| I raised the stakes, returned this land to vibrance
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| Witness as I raise estates from mud and random violence
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| Business is the way to stay the bloody hand of tyrants
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| Convinced yet? |
| Sail and ask my buddy Andrew Ryan
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| A grip of iron never tires
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| Head of ire, lead and wires
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| Neon veins in ancient spires
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| Pump the caps and I respire
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| The economy is ash, I didn’t light the fire
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| But I can always turn a profit sweeping up the pyre
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| You can hit them, you can fold them
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| Stack the deck and weigh the dice
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| All that glitters isn’t golden
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| Cash that cheque you’ll pay the price
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| Might be safer in the desert
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| Only dust to judge your sins
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| But those who wager aren’t so clever
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| 'Cus in heaven
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| Well, the House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the House always wins)
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| House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the House always wins)
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| House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the House always wins)
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| House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the-)
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| (Place your bets but the-)
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| I saw the path, I preempted those ascending arms
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| My gilded heart beats forever on to mend the scars
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| I built an ark out of empty spas and trendy bars
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| Mended the families
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| Befriended with the N.C.R
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| I raised the wasteland from a band of little fight clubs
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| I handle situations delicately
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| White Gloves
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| I’m the Chairman of the board taxing on your survival
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| Out to murder competition then sit back and hike the price up
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| Oh no — A society trapped in a snow globe?
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| No surprises, the Rapture’s a no-show
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| Undeniably tragic, there’s no hope
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| The Mojave is savage, it’s no home
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| Until I came to manage the whole show
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| Took the glitz and the glamor and showboats
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| Built a bastion for man for my 'folio
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| And officially branded it RobCo
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| With just a pair of dice I came and tamed these earthly wastes
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| I built a paradise, you might as well desert your faith
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| Long ago when we aimed armageddon at those pearly gates
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| I used that molten gold to rebuild heaven at The Thirty-Eight
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| You can hit them, you can fold them
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| Stack the deck and weigh the dice
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| All that glitters isn’t golden
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| Cash that cheque you’ll pay the price
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| Might be safer in the desert
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| Only dust to judge your sins
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| But those who wager aren’t so clever
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| 'Cus in heaven
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| Well, the House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the House always wins)
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| House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the House always wins)
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| House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the House always wins)
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| House always wins
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| (Place your bets but the-)
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| (Place your bets but the-)
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| (Always wins)
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| (Always wins)
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| (House always wins) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The House Always Wins , by - The Stupendium. Song from the album The House Always Wins, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп