Flip the switch and let the gamblers roll   Headed up from old Mexico   The border towns, they all look the same      Brand new suit and a bankers roll   Switchblade knife and no place to go   Except where I might find the next game      Lights go on across the town   Children's choir sings auld lang syne   Black jack dealers, they take their toll      I look up from this beat park bench   Into an ocean of discontent   Can't wait to buy a ticket to anywhere but home      Washing dishes behind the casino grill   Ain't no way to make a kill   But on the winter nights   The water keeps me warm      Take my pay and buy a gun   Steal a car and hope it runs   Find a place where can make my name      Flip the switch and let the gamblers roll   Headed up from old Mexico   The border towns, they all look the same