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

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