Blackjack - SMP

You can tell me how to act

But I ain’t going out like that

You can tell me what to do

But this system rejected the fuse

'Cause I’m a two-ton truck, barreling down your road

Fuel injected hazardous cargo

I am kina hard to find and kinda hard to stop

I am a jack-knife, baby, and I’m blowing up

Everytime you roll the dice

It comes up seven and you lose on the line

Some people think they can control me

But they cracked up fatal over three thousand feet

I am a Fugazi broadcast communique

The war is over but the landmines remain

Manipulation of a sacred trust

I am a live wire cross and I’ll burn you up

9.0, the Richter scale, 9.0

Some walk away from me, they live to tell the tale

But I’ll be with you everyday

Hiding in your shadow, waiting to escape

So I can leap out blind and snap your neck on the street

Or push you into the arms of the police

You wanna know why the best swimmers always drown?

'Cause I’m a blackjack, honey, and I’ll put you down