Mark Knopfler - Everybody Pays - Live From Shangri-La Studios lyrics

I got shot off my horse
So what? I'm up again
Playin' in one of these big saloons on main
You can come up here take a
Look around these sinners dens
You're only ever goin' to find
One or two real games

Nobody's drivin' me underground
Not yet anyway

But either on the strip or
On the edge of town everybody pays
Everybody pays to play

Yeah, you ought to stay right where
You are in Sawdust Land
The safest place to be
With your greasy little pork pies
And your shoestring hands
Makes no diffеrence to me

All thosе directions which we never took
Just to go our different ways

Who went and wrote the oldest
Story in the book? Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play

Curl up inside a boxcar dream and disappear
With a couple of low roller friends
You were never one for trouble
So get out of here
I knew the game was dangerous back then

But nobody's breezin' through
These swingin' doors just ups and walks away

Everybody has to leave some blood
Here on the floor everybody pays
Everybody pays to play yeah, everybody pays
Everybody pays to play