Seven - Bombshell Rocks

I’ve got a few true friends making stakes by my side

Give me the odds, odds don’t mean a thing to me

We slam the door behind

Heading for year 99

Taking back the ground like chronic thieves

Don’t like the pace cuz it’s too slow

We make our stakes in a shabby casino

And all these people

I’ve seen them grow

I’ve seen them come back in a row

And so we hope for a seven

And as the dices stop the role

We’re patiently watin'

And so we hope for a seven

That’s how we do it

We’re accelerating

And as the dices are rolling, bouncing on the floor

They’re making way thru a layer of dust

And now I understand

As the dices left my hand

Got nothing to rely on but my trust