He was born in the belly of the country,
over East of Eden, yeah,
confused by the big city blues,
he didn't know whose life he's leading, no,
put yourself behind the wheel
and see if you can get that feel, oh,
move faster by night, yeah,
move faster by night, uhmm,
the windows were all shattered
and the body was all battered:

American roulette,
stake your life upon it,
American roulette,
same eyes, same eyes,
American roulette.

Take that boy and put him in a mansion,
paint the windows black,
give him all the women that he wants,
put a monkey on his back,
all of your so-called friends
take you where the sidewalk ends, they say
can't sleep at night, no,
can't sleep at night, uhmm,
Lord, please save his soul,
he was the King of Rock and Roll:

American roulette,
stake your life upon it,
American roulette,
same eyes, same eyes,
American roulette.

They said she didn't have a chance in hell
for the American Dream,
there's a thousand young blondes out there
trying to make it to the silver screen,
but she had the walk, the look, the talk
that shook the world— read about it,
some like it hot, boy,
some like it cool,
too much for her to handle,
another scandal, she burnt the candle:

American roulette,
stake your life upon it,
American roulette,
same eyes, same eyes,
American roulette.

Say a prayer for the lost generation
who spin the wheel out of desperation:

American roulette,
stake your life upon it,
American roulette,
same eyes, same eyes,
American roulette.

Writer : ROBERTSON, ROBBIE
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.