I got nothing to lose, got nothing to lose
I've killed off the lion, the lame, and the blues
The hand that I play, is the hand that I choose
What can I say, I got nothing to lose
I got nothing to lose, I'm lucky I guess
Was a sailor who [?], the desert out west
As a jailer, I was cruel to those that loved best
I got nothing to lose, I'm lucky I guess
The cards on the table, the feast on the bed
They both enable the ghost in my head
If I had someone, or something to prove
Still I got nothing to lose
I got nothing to lose, no place left to go
I've walked in your shoes, I've put on a show
I've payed off my dues to the beast on the throne
I've got nothing to lose, and no place left to go
The cards on the table, the feast on the bed
They both enable the ghost in my head
If I someone, or something to prove
Still I got nothing to lose
Oh, nothing to lose! Nothing to lose
Nothing to lose, no!
The cards on the table, the feast on the bed
They both enable the ghost in my head
If I got someone, or something to prove
Still, I got nothing to lose
Still, I got nothing to lose
Still, I got nothing... to lose