Shoot Out The Stars
Steve Conte
3:39The sinners and prayers on the jitney Gamblers trying to smooth their raw deal They kiss their kids for the weekend And here they come to spin the wheel Mustache lipstick Frannie She'll be sucking up the free drinks at Trump Going through twenties like water But she don't feel a thing when she's drunk They're on the busload of hope Swinging on a star from the hangman's rope It's a busload of hope Give me the luck, give me the dope Yeah, shaking hands with one-armed bandits Winking back at one-eyed jacks Suicide king's got a reason Oh baby, just stay in the black Hit me It's a busload of hope Swinging on a star from the hangman's rope It's a busload of hope Give me the luck, give me the dope Yeah, shattered that American daydream Afternoon moaning in bed Swallowed the hook, line and sinker Working man needs the bread Slipping on that second mortgage Living on credit and debt Oh, thank heaven for Chapter 11 Or should you make just one more bet? Get on the busload of hope Sure you're gonna clean up in hot water and soap It's a busload of hope, y'all You got the dream and just enough rope Yeah, yeah, yeah