It was no surprise, I rolled snake eyes. The devil rolled seven, he wanted me in hell and not in heaven. On the next roll, I almost lost my soul. It was snake eye three, I could barely break free.
Found out the dice were loaded, then the whole game exploded. I was a fool, shooting dice with that ghoul. He doesn't play fair, because he wants us all there.
I got hip to the devil's game, every move he makes equals shame. The devil left his dice, hoping I'd be mean and not nice. Too me it's no surprise, they still roll snake eyes.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
Blessings,
Joyce B.
Georg
Love Tinka