(Hi, I'm Chucky! Wanna play?! Now ante up your soul, pal, or I'm carving my initials in your forehead!) (Your time is running out at the table...) (TERROR CLAIMS THE POT!) (Look, I thought this was just Tuesday night Texas Hold'em!) I answered a flyer for a neighborhood game Down in a stone crypt with nobody name Walked through an iron door covered in rust Smelled like old brimstone and centuries of dust Sitting right there on a velvet armchair Was the Angel of Death with no skin and no hair Sharpening a scythe six feet long on a rock Watching the ticking of a grandfather clock On top of the table a red-headed doll In dirty blue overalls leaning the wall Brandishing a cleaver twelve inches of steel Looking at me like I owe him a meal (Don't just stand there, meatbag! Deal the cards!) The pipe organ wails from the arches up high Nobody leaving till somebody die Wanna play, looking at the dead man hand (Dead man hand) Gambling with the council of the underground (Underground) Wanna play, Chucky jumping on the chair (On the chair) Reaper with the blade in the frozen air (Frozen air) Diablo shaking every stone in the room (In the room) Hoping that an ace saves my neck from the tomb (From the tomb) I shuffled the deck with a shivering thumb Wondering how I could be so dumb Dealt two black aces straight to the shroud The Reaper just stared and he never spoke loud Chucky got a pair of bent plastic tin jacks He threw down his cards and he started to tax (A pair of jacks?! You dealt me garbage! I'll take off your kneecaps!) He swung with the cleaver and chopped off my tie I dodged to the left and I started to cry Then Diablo leaned over with horns made of brass Slapped down three queens on the green table glass The whole floor erupted in sulfur and heat Demanding my chips before leaving my seat The pipe organ wails from the arches up high Nobody leaving till somebody die Wanna play, looking at the dead man hand (Dead man hand) Gambling with the council of the underground (Underground) Wanna play, Chucky jumping on the chair (On the chair) Reaper with the blade in the frozen air (Frozen air) Diablo shaking every stone in the room (In the room) Hoping that an ace saves my neck from the tomb (From the tomb) (Drop the royal flush and run.) Wanna play, looking at the dead man hand (Dead man hand) Gambling with the council of the underground (Underground) Wanna play, Chucky jumping on the chair (On the chair) Reaper with the blade in the frozen air (Frozen air) Diablo shaking every stone in the room (In the room) Hoping that an ace saves my neck from the tomb (From the tomb) I laid down the royal flush, scooped up the gold And punted that doll in the furnace of coal (I'LL BE BACK! YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF CHUCKY!) Broke through the gates and I ran down the hill Never playing cards in a crypt for a thrill (Wanna play, yeah) (Keep the chips)
