Vegas or Valhalla – Part 2


You’ve dined in halls of heroes,

and you’ve kissed the lips of sin.

You’ve played the gods,

against the odds:

the house will always win.

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You’ve pawned your pride for pocket change

too many times to mention.

You’ve collected debts,

and stored regrets,

if that was your intention.

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You’ve drunk of Odin’s chalice,

shared a wino’s cup of meths.

You’ve cheated, lied,

confessed and died

a hundred little deaths.

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You’ve crawled up to the firmament,

and seen the world imploded.

You’ve danced that dance

of fate and chance,

although the dice were loaded.

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They gave you two bad options,

and said you had to choose.

They took your cheque

and rigged the deck:

How much d’you want to lose?

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You thought that you were dying once.

You asked me if I’d hold you.

Through lovesick rain,

you’re back again.

I won’t say that I told you.

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Don’t ask me what this lyric is:

I don’t know what it means,

past wrong and right

and black and white

and all those in-betweens.

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Now looking back on all you knew,

you stand, and wait, and shiver.

The water’s deep,

but fare is cheap

across that final river.

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In Vegas or Valhalla,

that’s where it all comes down.

You still can’t win

– the fix is in –

but it’s the only game in town.

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