Cold Sweat

Dublin Death Patrol

I put my money in the suitcase 
And headed for the big race 
I felt a chill on my backbone 
As I hung up the telephone 

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat 
Running down the back of my neck 
To lose means trouble, to win pays double 
And I got me a heavy bet 

Cold, cold sweat 

They say chances on the outside 
Are looking very slim 
I've been so lucky on the inside 
I feel I'm going to win 

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat 
Running down the back of my neck 
Take a little money, there's nothing left to lose 
And I got me a heavy bet 

Cold, cold sweat 

I've got me a whole month's wages 
I haven't seen that much in ages 
I might spend it in stages 
And move out to Las Vegas 

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat 
Running down the back of my neck 
To lose means trouble, to win means double 
And I got me a heavy bet 

Cold, cold sweat 

I put my money in the suitcase 
They say chances on the outside 
I got a whole months wages 

Stone cold sober and stone cold sweat 
Stone cold crazy 
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