Your hips are swaying    And your eyes are saying    That you need two gamblers    For this game you're playing       And I might want you    Yeah, but I don't need you    And you won't sleep in my bed    No, you won't sleep in my bed   No, you won't sleep in my bed   anymore       It seemed like a dead-end    Even when I was seven    To sing for this country    With your hands up to heaven       'Cause God was dead then    And he's never coming back again    And I don't think about it   No, I don't think about it   No, I don't think about it   Anymore       It's a gamble    And your fingers burn    From the last time    That you flew and bled    And the shadows    That you walk around    Will still be there    When the sun goes down    Venus Flytrap    Twenty years now       Check the track-sheet    When you're all alone    Sunday morning    A pistol by the phone       It's a gamble   And your fingers burn    From the last time    That you flew and bled    And the shadows    That you walk around    Will still be there    When the sun goes down    Venus Flytrap    Twenty years now      The chance is just as fat    As a union bureaucrat    That the life you wanna live    Ain't the one you're looking at       There's more risk in a brain-cell    Than any Vegas hotel    When you can't find the pit boss   No, you can't find the pit boss   No, you can't find the pit boss   Anywhere   Yeah, anywhere   Anywhere, anywhere   Anywhere, anywhere yeah