Black Label from High Stakes by High Stakes

Superstar he yells from afar
You know that’s what I’m gonna be
I walk into a room with a deck in hand
You know where the eyes will be
Hands go in pockets to hold him down
Protecting their money from the best man around
If style was a gun they would all be dead
And you’d be in the body count

Knows what he wants
Knows how to get it
And you won’t know until
He’s gone
Black label
Black label

Women crowd as he stands proud
Attracted by his wily grin
Sly reputation and a measure of trust
So sharply cut above the rest
His mind is keen and his thoughts go unseen
You never know what he’ll do next
His wits are a weapon and they’re firing away
You don’t need a license for that

Knows what he wants
Knows how to get it
And you won’t know until
He’s gone

Got the cuban burning down in the corner of his mouth
And it highlights his silhouette
Black looks of distinction and a fresh shaven face
An appearance that you’ll never forget
Leaves the room silent
Everyone’s shocked
The storm has just passed by
Dealer at the table scratches his head
He’s asking himself why

Knows what he wants
Knows how to get it
And you won’t know until
He’s gone
Black label
Black label

He’s gone gone gone gone
Black label

• Rock
• aussie rock
• hard rock
• Adelaide