Seven — текст песни (Bombshell Rocks)

I`ve got a few true friends making stakes by my side
Give me the odds, odds don`t mean a thing to me
We slam the door behind
Heading for year 99
Taking back the ground like chronic thieves

Don`t like the pace cuz it`s too slow
We make our stakes in a shabby casino
And all these people
I`ve seen them grow
I`ve seen them come back in a row

And so we hope for a seven
And as the dices stop the role
We`re patiently watin`
And so we hope for a seven
That`s how we do it
We`re accelerating

And as the dices are rolling, bouncing on the floor
They`re making way thru a layer of dust
And now I understand
As the dices left my hand
Got nothing to rely on but my trust