Mark Knopfler
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You Can't Beat the House

You can't fool a fooler

I can tell

when a John got jazzed

by a jezebel

You can't bear the house

You can't bear the house

Tell the man somebody

You can't beat the house



When these horn dogs

get lucky with dough

they'll blow it on the roosters

and the girls of Smokey Row

You can't bear the house

You can't bear the house

Tell the man somebody

You can't beat the house



You want to buy you a dance

don't buy it here

It's all skin games and jelly roll

red-eye and beer

They're all as mean as rat snakes

all got knives in their boots

Even the piano player, man

he don't care who he shoots



See that little homewrecker

in the bathroom

She'll pick your pocket

with her pet raccoon

You can't bear the house

You can't bear the house

Tell the man somebody

You can't beat the house

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