[Verse 1]
Guy on my right is new and he says he
Feels kind of sad and his hands are cold
And he refuses the dice so I pick 'em up myself
I let 'em roll

[Verse 2]
And the little white spots gleam like stars
The guy on my right gets a look at the stickman
And he begins to sense where it is that we are
And the table's hot
And so am I
And I grab the bones and I let 'em fly

So come 2, come 3, come 4, come 5
Come 6, come 7, come 9
It doesn't matter to me now 'cause I've got all kinds of time