I had a one arm bandit fever there was an arrow through my heart and my soul
And the big wheel keep on turning neon burning up above
And I'm just high on the world...
... Well it's been money for muscle another whirligig
Money for muscle and another girl I dig
Another hustle just to, just to make it big
And rockaway, rockaway, oh rockaway, rockaway...
Defining moments... Don't you just love those? I do. Those moments when you choose to stand tall, even if that means getting shot, right on the chest. Or not.
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