Jonathan Coulton Gambler's Prayer
Lord hear my prayer
and look down on me
I'm not as wealthy as I used to be
It's not even ten and I'm busted again
Why does this happen to me?
Give me a sign, show me you care
straight to the ace Lord or even a pair
Can't make it alone and I'll sink like a stone
unless you can undo what I've done
so Lord lift me up in your tender embrace
lend me your wisdom, your strength, and your grace
help me to smash my opponents fat face
Oh Lord, help me take money from my friends
Deep down I know that it's only a game
I want them shaking in terror and shame
It's just poker and beer, still I need them to fear me
Lord
It's not enough just to win
Deal me good cards and I'll handle the math
We'll take their money while they take a bath
I'll show them my hand and you'll show them your wrath
Oh Lord, help me take money from my friends
and I don't want to cheat them
cause I know that's a sin
I just want to defeat them and make it,
make it hurt when I win
make it hurt when I win
So poke them with sticks
and crush them with stones
chew them up good Lord and spit out their bones
make my riches grow
and let those bitches know that you
hate them and love only me
Burn it down until nothing survives
make them regret for rest of their lives
the day that they bet
their dogs and their wives
Oh Lord, help me take money from
help me take money from
help me take money from my friends
