He deals the cards as a meditation And those he plays never suspect He doesn't play for the money he wins He don't play for respect He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance The hidden law of a probable outcome The numbers lead a dance ♠️ I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier ♣️ I know that the clubs are weapons of war ♦️ I know that diamonds mean money for this art ♥️ But that's not the shape of my heart ♦️ He may play the jack of diamonds He may lay the queen of spades He may conceal a king in his hand While the memory of it fades
♠️ I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier ♣️ I know that the clubs are weapons of war ♦️ I know that diamonds mean money for this art But that's not the shape of my heart ♥️ That's not the shape The shape of my heart 🖤♦️ ♥️ ♦️ 🖤
1. spot your victim going into the bog 2. stand next to him and whip out your knob 3. piss into your hand instead of the trough 4. throw it at the cunt and fuckin' make off
