What a life
You’re up all night
What a day
For a friendly gun fight
You take a man
To the brink of pain
You take a man
And you scramble his brain
Every eyeball
Shooting back at me
You gotta take it
Mr. Unlucky
Rock paper scissors
Last place in the best of three
Rock paper scissors
Might be a conspiracy
Here I sit
In this cement box
Chained inside
With no key and no lock
Ain’t got no shades
But there’s no light to see
No desk to write my
Autobiography
Evil quarry
M-m-making a stand
Just took four fingers
And a sleight of hand
Rock paper scissors
Sent down for eternity
Rock paper scissors
Might be a conspiracy
Rock paper scissors
Rock paper scissors
Rock Paper Scissors
Might be a conspiracy
Rock paper scissors
Rock paper scissors
Rock paper scissors
That game got the best of me