Double Or Nothing

[Verse 1]
Backroom buzz
Velvet rope half torn
Cheap perfume
Stains on my uniform
Queen of hearts
Tapped ash in a plastic tray
You smiled slow
Said
"You gonna play or walk away?"
[Chorus]
It’s double or nothing
And I keep on cutting the deck
Red chips shaking
Sweat rolling down my neck
You say I’m bluffing
But I bet my last regret
On kings and crooked luck
I ain’t folded yet
[Verse 2]
Cracked green felt
Names carved in the rail
Your chipped ring
Drumming out a fairy tale
You raised blind
I raised you my better days
Lost my cool
Somewhere in that sideways gaze
[Chorus]
It’s double or nothing
And I keep on cutting the deck
Red chips shaking
Sweat rolling down my neck
You say I’m bluffing
But I bet my last regret
On kings and crooked luck
I ain’t folded yet
[Bridge]
[Strings drop to a low tremble]
All the rules I broke
Signed them in smoke
Prayers on a coaster
Face-down joke
If I lose this hand
I still got scars
Carved like suits
On this cracked-up heart (oh)
[Chorus]
It’s double or nothing
And I keep on cutting the deck
Red chips shaking
Sweat rolling down my neck
You say I’m bluffing
But I bet my last regret
On kings and crooked luck
On every bad old bet
Yeah
Deal me one more hit
I ain’t folded yet

rock, Crunchy modern rock band with a gritty string quartet: distorted rhythm guitars, growling bass, live kit with roomy snare, and a small ensemble of violins and cello doubling the main riffs. Female raspy lead vocal front and center, tight harmonies in the chorus. Verses stay lean and tense, chorus explodes with stacked strings and wide guitars, bridge drops to voice and pizzicato before a full-band, half-time finale., classic