

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
3:12
No
3/17/2026