I've got a few true friends making stakes by my side
  Give me the odds, odds don't mean a thing to me
  We slam the door behind
  Heading for year 99
  Taking back the ground like chronic thieves
    Don't like the pace cuz it's too slow
  We make our stakes in a shabby casino
  And all these people
  I've seen them grow
  I've seen them come back in a row
    And so we hope for a seven
  And as the dices stop the role
  We're patiently watin'
  And so we hope for a seven
  That's how we do it
  We're accelerating
    And as the dices are rolling, bouncing on the floor
  They're making way thru a layer of dust
  And now I understand
  As the dices left my hand
  Got nothing to rely on but my trust