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
Dont like the pace cuz it´s so slow
We make our stakes in a shabby casino
And all these people, I have 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 waitin´
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 trust