we can take our half out of the middle when push comes to shove we ll make our way what is the colour of our rainbow what is the price we have to pay what is the price we have to pay i was born in the backwoods in a world cold and grey unaware of this city and its glow but hard times drew me in like a gambler to the wheel and lady luck will never let me go let me go well they say that money is the root of all that s bad but i only believe that in part for money s like a poison some can leave it where it stands while others take it straight to the heart they take it to the heart well i came upon my riches in a cruel and ugly way call it tainted call it shrewd it s all the same my heels are both covered with the blood of luckless men who never should have bought into the game but they bought into the game now the streets are all lined with the bodies of the few who tried in vain to keep their city fair but hell itself has surfaced and it s crawled in every room and a hard rain can t begin to find us there rain won t find us there i was born in the backwoods in a world cold and grey unaware of this city and it s glow but satan drew me in like a gambler to the wheel and that son of a bitch won t let me go won t let me go