You can wash your hands and try to hide the gun
You can change your clothes but not the things you've done
The cards you hold and the dice you rolled
You can win the pot and still lose your soul
The saddest stories go untold
They say that revenge's best served cold
My new identity's assumed
I still feel cold spots in this room
Baby, it seems worth it to me
Well you burned the witch and you stoned the whore
Your thumb’s turned down the crowd wants more
If there's a God up in the sky
Holding score cards at his side
I'm sure that he would see it my way
You shouldn't live to see another day
My new identity's assumed
With a fake mustache and a discreet room
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