[Intro] [carnival toss percussion, bottle clink, then a wet strike, spoken lyrics] Three throws One prize Don't ask what it's soaked in [Verse 1] Three throws for a lie that fits in your hand Lean in, laugh easy, miss on demand The bottles look honest in the painted light The shelf don't wobble if you glue it right I clap when you almost I cheer when you don't A fair game needs hope And a wet little secret under the joke [Pre-Chorus] Ring it Win it Don't smell it yet If it shines, it's yours If it reeks, you paid [Chorus] [breakdown with singable top line] Ring it, win it, wear the smoke home Ring Toss+Gasoline, pretty little throne Take the prize if you still want the night It only burns honest after you light Ring it, win it, wear the smoke home A cheap win soaked in a beautiful wrong [Verse 2] [dirtier, same bounce] I marked the distance so you'd think you were close I oiled the luck till it passed as a ghost You blamed your elbow, I blessed your try The house stays winning while the midway dries Goldfish in bags that are warmer than water Tickets like confetti over a fuse I keep the grin up so the line keeps tossing A rigged little heaven with nothing to lose [Pre-Chorus] Ring it Win it Don't smell it yet If it shines, it's yours If it reeks, you paid [Chorus] [breakdown with singable top line] Ring it, win it, wear the smoke home Ring Toss+Gasoline, pretty little throne Take the prize if you still want the night It only burns honest after you light Ring it, win it, wear the smoke home A cheap win soaked in a beautiful wrong [Rap] [stripped beat, cold practical rap] I knew the bottles were glued to the shelf Still clapped when you missed and blamed yourself That is the business, that is the trick Hope in the wrist and fuel in the gift I don't need magic, I need a queue A prize in your fist and a sheen on the truth You wanted a win I could wrap in a bow I gave you a night that can go up and go Count the throws, count the almost, count the grin The game was over before you stepped in If it looks like luck, that's the slogan we run If it smells like ending, that's the after we won [Breakdown] [shouted] Toss Miss Clap Light [Final Chorus] [heavier, harsh under the hook] Ring it, win it, wear the smoke home Ring Toss+Gasoline, pretty little throne Take the prize if you still want the night It only burns honest after you light Ring it, win it, wear the smoke home A cheap win soaked in a beautiful wrong Wear it home Wear it home [Outro] [one bottle clink, one match scrape, cut]
