Cassino Tacoma
[Verse 1]
There's a clock in a turned-out room
With a never-changing tune
The hands slowly sped as the numbers did
Like a boa turning you blue
A house in disarray—
It's not easier to say
What sunk you here:
A junk career or a meter you'd never pay?
[Chorus 1]
A hollow man, a hard-luck tan—
Tell me: have you seen this man?
Grown thin and tightly lipped
Tell us what you've promised it
[Verse 2]
There's a breaker with a burned-up fuse
Buried deep beneath the bruise
There's no refuge in the will to prove
What you won't and wouldn't do
A house in disarray—
No one knows quite what to say
It's a dialect, an unpaid debt
That speaks in collect calls
[Chorus 2]
A hollow gram, a hard luck hand—
Tell me: have you seen this man?
Snake bit a rubber band
Prince on unkempt porcelain
[Chorus 3]
A hologram no longer there—
Tell me: do you even care?
It's coming for the next of kin
Tell us what you've promised it
