Letras
Thirty days left on a sentence, what happened to innocence?
'Til proven guilty, caught me stealin' a paradise
At a store on the East Side, motherfucker had it out for me
My pockets were empty and my kid was turnin' five, so I
Found a game of Monopoly on the side of the road
Do or die's remission so I slipped some under my coat
And still I know, I'm in handcuffs
And no stranger to love gettin' rough
And still I know, it's futile resistance
Dreamin' of a separate existence
And still I know
If you're gonna take my life, twist the knife
Darlin', don't look twice when you roll the dice
Just pray you don't get snake eyes
You just gotta pray you don't get snake eyes
I gave all my gold to the devil in disguise
You only get one look, and your soul's on the line
You better pray you don't get snake eyes
You better pray you don't get snake eyes
Pray you don't get snake eyes
Pray you don't get snake eyes
Pray you don't get snake eyes
Pray you don't get snake eyes