The Existentialist Blues Video (MV)

I put my luck on the table
I said, "Man won't you spin that wheel again?"
All that was mine on No. 9
The House won with No. 10
Oh, Lord have mercy on this sinner
You know how my life has been
Shaken and plundered
Still able to wander
What the Hell!
Another place to begin
Sister Love was unable
To pull me out of the sinking sand
Hold on to me
I believe was my plea
But somehow she had lost my hand
Oh Lord, I've never been a winner
Faceless number lost in the crowd
Dissembling disguises
Like Jacob's to Issac
Unaware though I cry it out loud
Brother Peace told me a fable
Showing balances in the end
Well I said to him
"It looks pretty slim"
"But I'll believe you if you're my friend!"
Oh Lord this ice is getting thinner
Ceaseless depths of my weary soul
You can stick peace of mind
Where the sun doesn't shine
Twirl the black through the indigo
And pray to God it doesn't show
How your inner force simulates intercourse
But there's no other course that you know