Where lamps hiss and thunder rolls, Where oil, gunpowder, and smoke take hold, We step inside as gears softly groan, Whiskey in glasses, duck on the bone. You in a bucket helm, shotgun in hand, Me in a corset, pistols at hand. Limo stands proud, crunching away, As the cards whisper: "Tonight’s your play." Gears & Whiskey — sparks in the air, Music and steam, a game of despair. Time stands still while we hold tight, Your hand in mine — we own the night! At a distant table, whispers grow, Someone’s losing all, someone drowns sorrow. But we know the rules, we’re kings of the game, Where gears are turning and dust speaks our name. Gears & Whiskey — sparks in the air, Music and steam, a game of despair. Time stands still while we hold tight, Your hand in mine — we own the night! Limo sniffs at my glass with delight, But he’s too young to drink just right. So whiskey for us, and duck for the hound, As we raise our glasses, the night spins round! Gears & Whiskey — night, neon lights, Piano and laughter, a gambler’s delight. The clock hands freeze, but the bar still glows, So pour another — until morning flows…
