falling falling falling falling under

falling falling

falling falling

up there's a gambler clapping the sunrise

we're on the roof of casino

hell there's a doorman duffing up a pine size

next to a photograph of madeline bell

i'm the talk of the town and the top of the tree

the ten by eggs are looking good to me

i bash the keys for queers and kings

for tips and dirty thrills for shiny trinkets

vodka and rings even channeled missus mills

two steps forward i just turned twenty three

get another round and baby listen to me