I woke up one morning knowing it was wrong,
dealt my hand of cards and forced to play along,
The devil sat across me with a smile on his face,
I could see all the signs that I would lose,
but still I ran that poker race

Five Joints and a broken heart later,
here I am with the black crusader
he calls himself lonely tom,
inside of me, where he calls home.

I was crazy to think that I had a chance,
ignored all the signs and new with the first glance.
With my mug in hand you walked through that door,
I could see the game was done, I had lost,
with that all my chips hit the floor.

Five joints and a broken heart later,
here I am with the black crusader,
he calls himself lonely tom,
inside of me where he calls home

I gambled my life; everything I had away,
not that there’s a choice to love or lose the game,
So I sit with lonely tom as we wait for a new hand,
We don’t want to bet the devil,
He’ll only take what we don’t have

I saw my heart walk through that door,
it left with you,
once was, is no more.
Why would I for a brief moment win,
deserve to be happy,
have you let me in.
Because the devil plays across from me,
he deals all of my hands,
but the devil don’t play fairly.

Five joints and a broken heart later,
here I am with the black crusader,
he calls himself lonely tom,
inside of me where he calls home

Five joints and a broken heart later,
here I am with the black crusader.