Heaven is playing a dangerous game

The doors are bolted they've closed their gates

I had a good run 'least I thought it was

The life I've lived to die

Holy lights above it all

Smug faces that would make skin crawl

Their suits and jackets with their greased back hair

Their perfect world gambled like solitaire

Chance holds the winnings it's fair

No one knows it's up to the air

I hold my precious time

Before the gun shoots one in a barrel of five