Welcome to the lonesome world of Abel
Where every brother's knife is set to slay you
And paranoia keeps you healthy - Crooked deals can keep you wealthy
Serum vials to help you when you're sad - Every other face is bent and broken
Wrap your teeth around
the only game in town
Killed By An Angel Sunny Day Real Estate
Part 3
From American Gods by Neil Gaiman The man in the light gray suit orders a Jack Daniel's for himself and a Laphroaig and water for the man in the charcoal suit sitting beside him.
"You know," says the man in the light gray suit, when his drink arrives, "the finest line of poetry ever uttered in the history of this while damn country was said by Canada Bill Jones in 1853, in Baton Rouge, while he was being robbed blind in a crooked game of faro. George Devol, who was, like Canada Bill, not a man who was averse to fleecing the old sucker, drew Bill aside and asked him if he couldn't see that the game was crooked. And Canada Bill sighed, and shrugged his shoulders, and said 'I know. But it's the only game in town.' and he went back to the game."
The man in the dark suit stares. Then he nods his head, reluctantly, and makes a comment.
"Of course I am," says the man in the gray suit, smiling like a knife. "what do you expect? But look at it this way: it's the only game in town."
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