Texty: Mickey Avalon. Roll The Dice.

Liza was a lesbian who lived in the Bronx
She used to make me dinner
when the winter's were long
Liza packed a pistol
and a train to St. John
A long lincoln contenential took a boat near and far, we used to count stars While Mary tended bar Liza's long term Lover Mary buried her last broad
Stuck her twice quick, with an ice pick, w
Workin' on the night shift
Then took flight in light so bright it
Hurt her eyes so she cursed the skies, Gripping her purse tight bursting through The night, with her hands washed clean
Of the murder scene, she moved
To New York City hung with
Hookers and fenes, then one night she Met Liza in the bar that she worked, Serving appetizers in a button down shirt,
They got along and together liked high Heels and short skirts, so Mary packed Her bags and she became liza's bird
Then I saw Liza Liza Liza and the last That I heard of her Mary murdered her

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies, so do what you gotta do to get off the streets

Jesse moved to Hollywood to take his great chance, with a dream in his heart And a blade in his pants, Jesse waited Tables at a fancy place on Robinson
When David Harses's daughter strutted In and spotted him She said, 'hey little Cutie you're a beauty follow me',
And took him to all the best parties in The city, introduced to the new Producers on the scene, he did all he Could to get his face on the screen,
Jesse learned how to slouch with his ass On the casting couch
And took it like a champ when they Passed him around, he read script after Script and sucked a whole lotta dick
But the only films that Jesse ever made Were jack-off flicks, so one night he took The blade that he got from his pops,
Dragged it across his throat and left a Note in the mailbox

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you Can't believe,
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies, so do what you gotta do to get off the streets

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you won't believe,
And kids in poverty pull tricks and Robberies, so do what you gotta do to get something to eat

Heidi wore a nighty when she worked on the Ave, and shiny black stilettos and a Red leather bag, Heidi took the dough up Front and went south, she would pick yer Pocket with cha dick in her mouth
After she left the trick broke, she'd hit Him up for a smoke, then count her loot And go shoot some coke, she was cute As a button, sweeter than a muffin
But Heidi slit your throat if you don't pay For her lovin, me and Heidi first met on Vine and Sunset, she was pourin' sweat Out the corvette, she looked at me and Cringed said 'Hey you over there', if You've got the syringe follow me and Ill Share, we went, back to my room and Used my harpoon, noddin' off on the Couch watchin' cartoons, and when the Sun went down, she said Ill see ya Around, the last I heard of Heidi she had Moved outta town, keepin' the place tidy For some high payin' fool, one night she Thought she was a fish, and drowned in The pool

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you can't believe,
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies, so do what you gotta do to get something to eat

Roll the dice, every soul's gotta price
For a fene while your teen do things you won't believe,
And kids in poverty pull tricks and robberies, so do what you gotta do to get something to eat

(Thanks to melinda for these lyrics)