Lyrics
Toss the coin, watch it roll into your hand another day
Whether it lands on heads or tails, it’s not your choice to say
But now a gambling man would trade his soul for a chance away from pain
That lost look in his eye
(Come on now)
He sold it all for fame
It must be nice standing on your great big stage, yeah
The bright lights in the city sky, are creeping in your way
It’s not the things that you do or the way that they’re done, but it just ain’t
right
So I’m writing my songs line after line to keep me through the night, yeah
Just burn it down
Wouldn’t it be nice
Now what did I tell you?
(Now what did I tell you?)
I told you it’d be nice!
(I told you it’d be nice!)
Yaow!