Rolling The Dice

Sitting on the tarmac getting ready to roll

Didn't sleep a wink the whole night before

Wondering how they get this chunck of metal in the sky

And all I wanna do is pull my shade down and die

I get tired sometimes when it's that kind of game

I've made my bed and I'm lying in it every day

It could be worse, I know it could

But I can't tell you it's bad when it's good

So I say

Rolling the dice, it's the price I pay

Sometimes wish I'd never learned to play that guitar

'Til I turn around and see the size of my car

'Cos if the truth be known I'm not a hit with the girls

And it's murder living up to all the stories they've heard

Just an ordinary guy, with a strange old job

Getting paid to behave, like a juvenille slob, yes I am

No body takes me seriously

Guess that's the way it was meant to be

Like I said

For rolling the dice, it's the price I pay

It's the prize I pay, uh yeah

Never used to worry what the future would bring

But how long can I really keep on doing my thing?

I'll be like an addict trying to quit his stuff, yes I will

But it's sad but it's true, it's a labour of love

Guess I'll have to retire to the south of Spain

Teeing off with the wife I forget about the rain

So when it's slipping away from me

I'll rather be a slave to eternity

Like I said

For rolling the dice, it's the price I pay, yes it is

For rolling the dice, that's the price I pay

It's the price I pay, uh