MIDNIGHT GAMBLER
Yes, in the end my dad died without a cent
in his old drunken trembling begging hand
In French beach bars once my young father
was known as the most handsome nobleman
Until that cold cocktail night when he was
racing into a car accident, so soon he lost
his castle and gamble away all his billions
But then his doom and gloom found some
golden expectations 'cause suddenly dating
poor blue blood became an uptown trend
At this moment his spirit helps me
to hit the jackpot in a casino tent