The House Always Wins (2023 Remaster) - The Stupendium

The House Always Wins (2023 Remaster)

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Welcome to the Lucky 38, glad you could make the trip

The crowning jewel in the oasis of the Vegas Strip

I'm Robert Edwin House, the founder of this place of rest

A haven for the wayward, that's to say, if you can pay the rent

Understand that if you try to stop my plans you'll come to harm

I ensure that every bandit standing here has just one arm

I eschewed the grandeur, built a land for all that's free from smarm

But, show your hand, I'll flush you out straight down to the farm

You blunder in and wonder if

A bunch of chips can run the Strip?

A hundred twits with guns and clips

Have tried their luck and lost the bet

I funded it — I'm one with it

So watch your lip or run the risk

'Cause if you're here to plunder it

You might just end up under it

You can hit them. You can fold them

Stack the deck and weigh the dice

All that glitters isn't golden

Cash that cheque, you'll pay the price

Might be safer in the desert

Only dust to judge your sins

But those who wager aren't so clever

'Cause in heaven

Well, the house always wins

(Place your bets, but the house always wins)

House always wins

(Place your bets, but the house always wins)

House always wins

(Place your bets, but the house always wins)

House always wins

(Place your bets, but the)

(Place your bets, but the)

You want to see the profits of democracy? Then go and see 'em!

Across the street, a bunch of freaks are playing colosseum

Honestly? Was the world you wanted what you got to see?

When you were dropping crosses into boxes behind polling screens?

Was dropping bombs your chosen option? Did you vote for screams?

Was the apocalypse your politician's policy?

Did you put stock in their prepostering and prophesy?

A shining future built on squabble-free equality?

That every day you'd get your plate of steak and collard greens?

That the human race was capable of anything but wanton greed?

But now that world is gone and what lived on belongs to me

That freedom you so wanted's now the cost of living comfortably

Peace is just a product with a focus test of billions

And the test was unsuccessful, so we altered its description

"Your safety now provided by the guys at RobCo Services!"

For one ongoing price or your unwavering subservience

Impressed? I raised the stakes, returned this land to vibrance

Witness as I raise estates from mud and random violence

Business is the way to stay the bloody hand or tyrants

Convinced yet? Sail and ask my buddy, Andrew Ryan

A grip of iron never tires

Head of ire, lead and wires

Neon veins in ancient spires

Pump the caps and I respire

The economy is ash, I didn't light the fire

But I can always turn a profit sweeping up the pyre

You can hit them. You can fold them

Stack the deck and weigh the dice

All that glitters isn't golden

Cash that cheque, you'll pay the price

Might be safer in the desert

Only dust to judge your sins

But those who wager aren't so clever

'Cause in heaven

Well, the house always wins

(Place your bets, but the house always wins)

House always wins

(Place your bets, but the house always wins)

House always wins

(Place your bets, but the house always wins)

House always wins

(Place your bets, but the)

(Place your bets, but the)

I saw the path, I pre-empted those ascending arms

My gilded heart beats forever on to mend the scars

I built an arc out of empty spas and trendy bars

Mended the families, befriended with the NCR

I raised the wasteland from a band of little fight clubs

I handle situations delicately, White Gloves

I'm the Chairman of the Board taxing on your survival

Out to murder competition, then sit back and hike the price up

Oh, no — a society trapped in a snow globe?

No surprises, the Rapture's a no-show

Undeniably tragic, there's no hope

The Mojave is savage, it's no home

Until I came to manage the whole show

Took the glitz and the glamour and show boats

Built a bastion for man for my 'folio

And officially branded it RobCo

With just a pair of dice, I came and tamed these earthly wastes

I built a paradise, you might as well desert your faith

Long ago, when we aimed Armageddon at those pearly gates

I used that molten gold to rebuild heaven at the 38

You can hit them, You can fold them

Stack the deck and weigh the dice

All that glitters isn't golden

Cash that cheque, you'll pay the price

Might be safer in the desert

Only dust to judge your sins

But those who wager aren't so clever

'Cause in heaven

Well, the house always wins

(Place your bets, but the house always wins)

House always wins

(Place your bets, but the house always wins)

House always wins

(Place your bets, but the house always wins)

House always wins

(Place your bets, but the)

Always wins

(Place your bets, but the)

Always wins

House always wins

("38. Red.")

("Aw!")

("House wins.")

- It's already the end -