High Roller - Liquido

You’ve got to pay taxes boy

Even though you thought you wouldn’t have to pay

I’m too much of a cynic, boy

How hard is that, keeping the faith

You’re like a backstage boy

Running around, disturbing the peace

This is not texas, boy

Get out of your box, it drives you insane

High roller, don’t let me down

Dancing on a battlefield, keep me spinning round and round

High roller, split myself into you

Oh what a beautiful ride

Call on your brothers, boy

Don’t wait until the end, you need somebody’s help

It’s your existence, boy

How hard is that, keeping the faith

Break it down like that, what you wanna say?

You need a place called home

I guess your head is getting bigger

You need a place called home

What’s next?

You’re close to the edge right now

You need a place called home

I guess your head is getting bigger

You need a place called home

Stand up!

Oh what a beautiful ride