"Gods Playing Poker" lyrics

"Gods Playing Poker"

Some gods were playing poker at a casino in Reno
Zeus says, "It's pot limit, boys 5 Card Stud"
Odin leans back and lights a cigarette
Says, "I love that song Mr. Gold and Mr. Mudd"

Jesus says, "Good Lord, it's Mr. Mudd and Mr. Gold'"
You're wrong again like all the pagan gods
Zeus shuffles them bicycles and Shiva cuts 'em thin
Says, "Was that your dad who made man out of dirt clods?"

Medusa antes up and says, "Shut up and deal"
Then brushes the snakes out of her eyes
Zeus deals one down and one face up
Shiva looks at his/her hole card and a world dies

Now fate is a one-man band, got a gig till kingdom come
Plays cross harp with a neck rack, keeps time with a suitcase drum
Shakes a slide in open D, don't ever take requests
Those hard of hearing are either damned or blessed

The cards were dealt around the bets were made
Jesus drinks wine from a paper cup
Odin said, "I guess you quit going to A.A."
Medusas has 3 queens facing up

Zues bets the fall of Rome and Stalingrad
Odin raises 45's insurrection
Shiva pushes in the first atomic bomb
Jesus calls with His resurrection

Medusa flips her hole card showing 4 queens
Zues says, "Your down card was a black deuce."
Jesus yells, "You son of a bitch. These cards are marked."
Buddha whispers, "Om mani padme hum," but all hell breaks loose


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