The Smivets - Monaco

Finding myself somewhat short of breath
I slipped into a dream
Just your average brush with death
With no obvious suspects at the scene
Eleven days later when I came to
I didn't recognise the room
But by your sterilised smile I knew
Just how close I'd come

'Cause you don't have to go to Monaco
To spin that pretty wheel
You don't need that trip to Atlantic City
To lose it all one one last deal
Because every day the dice will roll
How they fall you can't control
But if your number's up
That's all for you
And there ain't a lot you can do

So the miracle workers' magic medicking
Dispensed intensive care
Saving my sorry ass by sticking
Tubes in every Lord knows where
Though I'm grateful for being brought back to life
Still Fate will take Her fee
And life in the wake of the surgeon's knife
Is never quite like it used to be

When you can't swallow
And you can't talk
And you can't stand up
And you can't walk
And you can't eat
And you can't drink
It might not turn out the way you think

Guess you have to play the hand you're given
And not dwell on what might have been
So I resolved to keep on living
Regret's a slippery sin
Don't get choked by disappointment
That way's always a dead end
Just pick the flies out of the ointment
And roll the dice again, my friend

'Cause you don't have to go to Monaco
To spin that pretty wheel
You don't need that trip to Atlantic City
To lose it all one one last deal
Because every day the dice will roll
How they fall you can't control
But if your number's up
That's all for you
And there ain't a lot you can do

Written by:
Steve Smith

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