Check-

mate

ho-

ney,

beat

you

at

your

own

damn

game

No

dice

ho-

ney,

I'm

liv-

in'

on

a

as-

tral

plane

Feet's

on

the

ground,

and

your

head's

go-

in'

down

the

drain

Oh,

heads

I

win,

tails

you

lose,

to

the

ne-

ver

mind

When

to

draw

the

line

A

In-

di-

an

sum-

mer,

Car-

rie

was

all

o-

ver

the

floor

She

was

a

wet

nap

win-

ner,

and

rare-

ly

e-

ver

left

the

store

She'd

sing

and

dance

all

night,

and

wrong

all

the

right

ou-

ta

me

Oh,

pass

me

the

vial

and

cross

your

fin-

gers,

it

don't

take

time

Now-

here

to

draw

the

line

Hi

ho

sil-

ver,

we

were

sing-

in'

all

your

cow-

boy

songs

Oh,

you

told

Car-

rie,

and

pro-

mised

her

you

would-

n't

be

long

Heads

I

win,

tails

you

lose,

lord

it's

such

a

crime

No

dice

ho-

ney,

you

the

salt,

you're

the

queen

of

the

brine

Check-

mate

ho-

ney,

you're

the

on-

ly

one

who's

got

ta

choose

Where

to

draw

the

line

Check-

mate,

don't

be

late

Take

a-

no-

ther

pull

That's

right

im-

pos-

si-

ble

When

you

got

to

be

your-

self

You're

the

boss

of

the

toss

The

dice,

the

price

Grab

your-

self

a

slice

Know

where

to

draw

the

line