I’m bid welcome to where all is fair / where Chance and Random share the throne.
The table’s round but not one’s a knight / all strangers, masters of their own.

I take my seat and am dealt my sentence / which I can always take or leave be.
I look for eyes that show and tell / but find mirrors staring back at me.

Kings exiled to peasant hands / held for ransom, they cry for Queens.
The court is broken, their life’s a game / the ladies lie beyond Green Seas.

Truths are never black and white / they are always black and red.
In this club, I indeed feel fine / and fear only hearts that want me dead.

It pays to think how far the blind see / and of that, I’ve never had a doubt.
Accepting risk, I dive in the river / I’m all in and all I want is out.

Jack’s a marked man drawing dead / let the chips fall where they may.
Push or be pushed, my house is full / so c’mon, you bastards, let us play.