Pair of Bones

got a pair of bones that I roll, and always get snake eyes, you'd think I wizen up by now, I always pay the price, the toll for me is simple, picking up another vice, I'll choke back another bottle, surprise surprise surprise. surprise surprise surprise surprise surprise surprise surprise surprise surprise surprise surprise surprise now these bones I roll are pitch black, stained by sins on my soul, some things you can't take back, these things start to take their toll, the devil smiles and smacks, his lips, "do y'know the price of this at all?" I laugh, I cough, grasping my hips, "they're what make me whole." "they're what make me whole." His smile widens into a grin, "Yes, yes, that's correct, yes indeed. and I'll tell you how to win if you just listen to me, you've gotta cleanse your soul before you roll the dice, because these bones that roll snake eyes aren't that nice, they'd love to see you fail, just like everyone else in your life." "But hey, listen," he says, as he puts his arm around me, "we're pals now aren't we? Stay here with me, see what hell is like, you'll have a grand old time, just like all the rest who've only rolled snake eyes." I stumble backwards as I take another drink, chasing that temporary high, staring at the bottle makes me stop and think, is there more to being alive? I try to wash these bones off in the sink, oh i've tried i've tried i've tried, the devil laughs, when I see him he winks, "Come, take a load off, it's alright, yes, I know, these bones, they stink, but it's you who's paying the price."