I’m all in-- can’t win if ya don’t play
Old tongue style, screaming straight through the melee
If they step up, get knocked back
Leave ‘em lying in the shadows face down with Jak
x2

As soon as the dice leave my finger tips
Don’t even need to look-- already know the pips
And chips stack to crowns, where crowns turn to trouble
Never doubled my money without tripling the rubble
In the wake of the stakes that break down the faint
Expecting a saint? Well, hey--I bloody ain’t
I’m no bloody hero and nobody's fool
If ya wanna hear a story though, pull up a barstool
Million of ‘em running through my mind
Only problem is, hardly any of ‘em are mine
Dark one's own luck, yea, it’s a fine line
Gotta ante up while ducking the daughter of nine (fine)
Try and leave but blood and bloody ashes
Blood splashes red from these Aiel clashes
If they wanna step up, try the son of battles
Couladin and crew gonna get hit with death rattles
(Cause)

I’m all in-- can’t win if ya don’t play
Old tongue style, screaming straight through the melee
If they step up, get knocked back
Leave ‘em lying in the shadows face down with Jak
x2

Road’s been long since Cold Rocks Hold
But I gotta keep pressing, luck favors the bold
Surrounded by faces neither young nor old
Fox head and my blood both stay running cold
Was told a lot but not much made sense
The scar around my neck always making me wince
In defense when I entered that second door
Didn’t know anyone else went in before
Light-- burn me, maybe shouldn’t concern me
But bubbles of evil don’t really discern, see
Tried to flee but I got pulled back
Now the band and I stay dancing with jack
So-- Ebb and flow, let the dice fly free
What the pips reveal, we’ll have to wait and see
Cause chance dances on the razors edge of a knife
When the gambler wagers with his life (like)

I’m all in-- can’t win if ya don’t play
Old tongue style, screaming straight through the melee
If they step up, get knocked back
Leave ‘em lying in the shadows face down with Jak
x2