My Name is House, And The House Always Wins

[Intro – Fast stand-up bass riff Irving's low vocal and sharp, jazzy drum hits. Barium and C.J. provide quick ("Hey! Hey!" ) shouts.] [Irving's Bass Vocal] (Check your watch, son! The hour is late!) [Deacon's Lead] Now listen up! Verse 1 [Deacon - Fast-talking, cynical lead] I walked the Mojave with a pouch full of dust, thinking maybe this city was built on honest trust. Then I hit the Strip, saw the lights and the neon sign, and figured out quick that the luck wasn't mine! The dealers are robots, the guards wear bright suits, they take your last cap and they leave you no roots. There's one man above, behind that glass wall, he sees every hand before the cards fall! [Pre-Chorus – Building] [Lead Vocal] So you walk in shiny, but you walk out broke, The joke's on the joker when the Power Core spoke! Chorus [Full Group Harmony - Loud, urgent, and punchy] He's got a billion screens, and no skin at all! He's the platinum-chip daddy, standing seven feet tall! [C.J. & Barium] Say it again! The House always wins! You're playing his table, where the sinning begins! Verse 2 [Deacon - Energetic, referencing the glamour] They're pouring Sunset Sarsaparilla, the music is smooth, It's a beautiful picture, but there's nothing to prove! You buy a new dress, throw a fortune on red, But the signal goes out from the chamber in his head! He planned this whole Wasteland back in '77, He's a frozen old genius who thinks he's in heaven! [Pre-Chorus – Building] [Lead Vocal] So you walk in shiny, but you walk out broke, The joke's on the joker when the Power Core spoke! Chorus [Full Group Harmony - Loud, urgent, and punchy] He's got a billion screens, and no skin at all! He's the platinum-chip daddy, standing seven feet tall! [C.J. & Barium] Say it again! The House always wins! You're playing his table, where the sinning begins! [Instrumental Break – Frantic, honking Tenor Saxophone solo over a tight, driving rhythm. Irving's vocal bass holds the rapid beat.] Bridge [Irving's Bass Vocal – Slow, spoken, deep and chilling] He calls himself "Mister"... but he's more like a King. He sees every bottle, every little good thing. He watches your breathing... he counts all your steps... [Lead Vocal] He doesn't need sleep, so he never forgets! Chorus [Full Group Harmony - Max energy, brass hits are sharp and explosive] He's got a billion screens, and no skin at all! He's the platinum-chip daddy, standing seven feet tall! [C.J. & Barium] Say it again! The House always wins! You're playing his table, where the sinning begins! [Outro – The rhythm speeds up and falls apart with a final chaotic brass blast and a high vocal crack.] [Deacon, shouting] Pay your debt! or You'll Regret [Irving] The House! [All] Always Wins! [Vocal crack]