Fruit Machine

Go, go, kerching, kerching boy
Now feel the fever as I leave you wanting more
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Now you see you've spent it all on me
Kerching, kerching
Now your skin is a pair of sympathies
Kerching, kerching boy

When I don't think so my foolish boy

You're running like a steam train
Where's the money, can't hear that clinking sound?

Winning streak that you had over me
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
You find it hard to stop it, yeah
Kerching, kerching

Go, go, kerching, kerching boy
You're running like a steam train
Kerching, kerching
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching
You find it hard to stop it, yeah
Kerching, kerching boy
Where's the money, can't hear that clinking sound?
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around
You thought you could turn and walk away

You've hit the bottom one hundred times before
It's turned into your broken tragedy
Turn your pockets out onto the street
(Yeah, you're on a roll)
I like the way that you do that
Kerching, kerching
Kerching, kerching boy
The little we had, you've thrown it all away
Kerching, kerching boy

Kerching, kerching boy
Watch the next one taking all the joy
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Kerching, kerching boy
For our band, it's leading you astray

You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Taking chances that weren't yours to take
Kerching, kerching boy

Overstretch your generosity
(Yeah, you're on a low)

Go, go, kerching, kerching boy
You see my true colors out of sync