Folly Odds to Evens Lyrics:
I am as old as my tongue.
I am much older than my teeth.
Been neighbors for years but
nevertheless not a word was shared.
Just eyes through the blinds.
Venetian.
Odds.
Evens.
The flop read
'Good thing you bet the farm.
Good thing you bet it all!
Those bastards are always bluffing
blind no matter what's dealt, drawn,
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or thrown down.'

Where do all thoughts go to lay themselves down for good?
Perhaps they will rot with the body
or float up to the sky by the tail
of the soul.
Auto pilot, take 'em there by surprise!
Go out in a blaze, a blaze of glory.
Leave without a trace.
Leave without a flaw.
We'll catch up with those thoughts when
we catch up with ourselves,
As we catch up with yourselves
catching up with each other.
Well blow me down, blow me back down to earth.
As fast as half-way between go and stop!
Throw your mama from the train or my mom will shoot
Lyrics: Odds to Evens, Folly [end]