Fruit Machine

You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Putting in change systematically
Winning streak that you had over me
It's turned into your broken tragedyTurn your pockets out onto the street
Now you see you've spent it all on me
You see my true colors out of sync
Now your skin is a pair of sympathiesYou've hit the bottom one hundred times before
Now feel the fever as I leave you wanting more
You thought you could turn and walk away
Taking chances that weren't yours to takeWhen I don't think so my foolish boy
Watch the next one taking all the joy
Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around
Where's the money, can't hear that clinking sound?Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boyYou keep playing me like a fruit machine
Overstretch your generosity
For our band, it's leading you astray
The little we had, you've thrown it all awayGo, go, kerching, kerching boy
(Yeah, you're on a roll)
Go, go, kerching, kerching boy
(Yeah, you're on a low)
Go, go, kerching, kerching boyYou find it hard to stop it, yeah
You're running like a steam train
I like the way that you do that
Where's the money, can't hear that clinking sound?Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boyYou keep playing me like a fruit machine
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
You keep playing me like a fruit machineKerching, kerching
Kerching, kerching
Kerching, kerchingYou find it hard to stop it, yeah
You're running like a steam trainKerching, kerching
Kerching, kerching
You keep playing me like a fruit machine