Gus

Gus was waiting in a gold room

With a fancy chandelier

All the ladies they were lined up

By the blood red belvedere

Sweat beads on his forehead

In the crisp Autumn air

All the ladies they had gathered

Old Gus knew his time was near

Gus is waiting in a gold room

With a fancy chandelier

All the ladies dripped with diamonds

Smoke rose from the table in the rear

Bottles made of cold, cold stone

Behind it stood a fallen man

All the liquor had been drunk up

By those monkeys in the band

Gus was waiting in a gold room

With a fancy chandelier

All the people they had gathered

His hand was trembling with fear

Ivory dice lands on green, green felt

When his cheek is taken back

Watch the loser as he rises from his chair

And heads for the subway track

Money has been known to break it's men

And it pays to see the cracks

But sometimes it has to end like this

With everybody dressed in black