Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The House Always Wins, artist - The Stupendium. Album song The House Always Wins, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.07.2018
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
The House Always Wins |
Welcome to The Lucky 38, glad you could make the trip |
The crowning jewel in the oasis of the Vegas Strip |
I’m Robert Edwin House, the founder of this place of rest |
A haven for the wayward, that’s to say, if you can pay the rent |
Understand that if you try to stop my plans you’ll come to harm |
I ensure that every bandit standing here has just one arm |
I eschewed the grandeur, built a land for all that’s free from smarm |
But show your hand, I’ll flush you out straight down to the farm |
You blunder in and wonder if |
A bunch of chips can run the strip? |
A hundred twits with guns and clips |
Have tried their luck and lost the bet |
I funded it — I’m one with it |
So watch your lip or run the risk |
'Cus if you’re here to plunder it |
You might just end up under it |
You can hit them, you can fold them |
Stack the deck and weigh the dice |
All that glitters isn’t golden |
Cash that cheque you’ll pay the price |
Might be safer in the desert |
Only dust to judge your sins |
But those who wager aren’t so clever |
'Cus in heaven |
Well, the House always wins |
(Place your bets but the House always wins) |
House always wins |
(Place your bets but the House always wins) |
House always wins |
(Place your bets but the House always wins) |
House always wins |
(Place your bets but the-) |
(Place your bets but the-) |
You want to see the profits of democracy? |
Then go and see 'em |
Across the street, a bunch of freaks are playing Colosseum |
Honestly? |
Was the world you wanted what you got to see? |
When you were dropping crosses into boxes behind polling screens? |
Was dropping bombs your chosen option? |
Did you vote for screams? |
Was the apocalypse your politician’s policy? |
Did you put stock in their prepostering and prophesy? |
A shining future built on squabble-free equality? |
That every day you’d get your plate of steak and collard greens? |
That the human race was capable of anything but wanton greed? |
But now that world is gone and what lived on belongs to me |
That freedom you so wanted’s now the cost of living comfortably |
Peace is just a product with a focus test of billions |
And the test was unsuccessful so we altered it’s description |
«Your safety now provided by the guys at RobCo Services!» |
For one ongoing price of your unwavering subservience |
Impressed? |
I raised the stakes, returned this land to vibrance |
Witness as I raise estates from mud and random violence |
Business is the way to stay the bloody hand of tyrants |
Convinced yet? |
Sail and ask my buddy Andrew Ryan |
A grip of iron never tires |
Head of ire, lead and wires |
Neon veins in ancient spires |
Pump the caps and I respire |
The economy is ash, I didn’t light the fire |
But I can always turn a profit sweeping up the pyre |
You can hit them, you can fold them |
Stack the deck and weigh the dice |
All that glitters isn’t golden |
Cash that cheque you’ll pay the price |
Might be safer in the desert |
Only dust to judge your sins |
But those who wager aren’t so clever |
'Cus in heaven |
Well, the House always wins |
(Place your bets but the House always wins) |
House always wins |
(Place your bets but the House always wins) |
House always wins |
(Place your bets but the House always wins) |
House always wins |
(Place your bets but the-) |
(Place your bets but the-) |
I saw the path, I preempted those ascending arms |
My gilded heart beats forever on to mend the scars |
I built an ark out of empty spas and trendy bars |
Mended the families |
Befriended with the N.C.R |
I raised the wasteland from a band of little fight clubs |
I handle situations delicately |
White Gloves |
I’m the Chairman of the board taxing on your survival |
Out to murder competition then sit back and hike the price up |
Oh no — A society trapped in a snow globe? |
No surprises, the Rapture’s a no-show |
Undeniably tragic, there’s no hope |
The Mojave is savage, it’s no home |
Until I came to manage the whole show |
Took the glitz and the glamor and showboats |
Built a bastion for man for my 'folio |
And officially branded it RobCo |
With just a pair of dice I came and tamed these earthly wastes |
I built a paradise, you might as well desert your faith |
Long ago when we aimed armageddon at those pearly gates |
I used that molten gold to rebuild heaven at The Thirty-Eight |
You can hit them, you can fold them |
Stack the deck and weigh the dice |
All that glitters isn’t golden |
Cash that cheque you’ll pay the price |
Might be safer in the desert |
Only dust to judge your sins |
But those who wager aren’t so clever |
'Cus in heaven |
Well, the House always wins |
(Place your bets but the House always wins) |
House always wins |
(Place your bets but the House always wins) |
House always wins |
(Place your bets but the House always wins) |
House always wins |
(Place your bets but the-) |
(Place your bets but the-) |
(Always wins) |
(Always wins) |
(House always wins) |