Someone's always comin' around here
Trailing some new kill
Says, "I seen your picture on a hundred-dollar bill"
What's a game of chance to you?
To him is one
Of real skill
So glad to meet you, Angeles

Pickin' up the ticket shows
There's money to be made
Go on, lose the gamble
That's the history of the trade
Did you add up all the cards left to play
To zero?
And sign up to evil, Angeles

Don't start me tryin' me now
Uh-huh, uh-uh, uh-huh
'Cause I'm all over it, Angeles

I can make you satisfied in everything you do
All your secret wishes could right now be coming true
And be forever with my poison arms
Around you
No-one's gonna roll around with us
No-one's gonna fool around with us
So glad to meet you, Angeles