Lyrics
They were playing roulette Vegas style when a Russian bought the farm with a wild
Both desperadoes in a wilderness filled with fools gold
The players full, the grand ball complete. The thrill triumphantly tripped their feet
The makers message was timely, yet cold
The week began before they stopped. Now lifeless, the thrill had flopped
Another rat race soldier dies at war
Cause the dollar went before it came, they just continue to play the game
And find felonious freedoms in days of yore
They were remarkably discreet
But sometimes a dog is going to flaunt his treats
They were playing larger
Than they could compete
They’re playing roulette Vegas style when a Russian bought the farm with a wild
Desperadoes in a wilderness filled with fools gold
Fools Gold
Musicians
Soul Pigeon Collaborators
| All instruments | JimmSlammyJam |
| All vocals | JimmSlammyJam |
Composer(s)
Words and Music: JimmySlammyJam
Soul Pigeon 