Everybody Pays

Mark Knopfler

I got shot off my horse
So what? I'm up again
And playing in one of these
Big saloons on main
You can come up here
Take a look
Around these sinners' dens
You're only ever going to find
One or two real games
Nobody's driving
Me underground 
Not yet anyway     

But either on the strip
Or on the edge of town
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play

Yeah, you ought to stay
Right where you are
In sawdust land
It's probably the
Safest place to be 
With your greasy little pork pies
And your shoestring hands
It makes no difference to me
            
All those directions
Which we never took
To go our different ways   
Who went and wrote
The oldest story in the book?
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play
    

                      

Curl up inside

Low roller friends
You were never one
For trouble
So get out of here
I knew the game
Was dangerous back then
But nobody's breezing
Through these swinging doors
Just ups and walks away
Everybody has to leave
Some blood here on the floor
Everybody pays
Everybody pays to play   
Everybody pays