Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game
no dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane
feet's on the ground, and your head's goin' down the drain

oh, heads I win, tails you lose, to the never mind
where to draw the line


an Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor
she was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store
she'd sing and dance all night, and wrong all the right out of me

oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers, it don't take time
nowhere to draw the line


hi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs
oh, you told Carrie, and promised her you wouldn't be long
heads I win, tails you lose, lord it's such a crime

no dice honey, you're the salt, you're the queen of the brine
checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got to choose
where to draw the line


checkmate, don't be late
take another pull

that's right
impossible
when you got to be yourself

you're the boss, the toss
the price, the dice
grab yourself a slice

nowhere to draw the line