[00:00.000] 作曲 : Alex Eskes
[00:06.372](Song_by_the_Stupendium)
[00:12.420]Mr House:
[00:12.972]Welcome to the Lucky 38
[00:14.772]Glad you could make the trip
[00:16.428]The crowning jewel in the oasis of the Vegas Strip
[00:19.692]I'm Robert Edwin House
[00:21.060]the founder of this place of rest
[00:22.644]A haven for the wayward
[00:24.084]That's to say:
[00:24.828]If you can pay the rent
[00:26.028]Understand that if you try to stop my plans you'll come to harm
[00:29.292]I ensure that every "bandit" standing here just has "one arm"
[00:32.820]I eschewed the grandeur,built a land for all that's free from smarm
[00:36.156]But show your hand,I'll "flush" you out "straight" down to the farm
[00:38.916]
[00:39.204]You blunder in and wonder if
[00:40.596]A bunch of ships can run the strip?
[00:42.252]A hundred twits with guns and clips
[00:43.956]Have tried their luck and lost the bet
[00:45.564]I funded it -- I'm ONE with it
[00:47.340]So watch your lip or run the risk
[00:48.852]'Cus if you're here to plunder it
[00:50.628]You might just end up under it
[00:52.356]
[00:52.644]You can hit them.
[00:53.388]You can fold them.
[00:54.876]Stack the deck and weigh the dice.
[00:58.044]All that glitters isn't golden.
[01:01.476]Cash the cheque you'll pay the price.
[01:04.668]Might be safer in the desert.
[01:07.980]Only dust to judge your sin.
[01:11.076]But those who wager aren't so clever:
[01:14.508]'Cus in heaven,
[01:16.140]well the House always wins.
[01:30.804]
[01:31.524]You want to see the profits of democracy?
[01:33.900]Then go and see 'em
[01:35.172]Across the street a bunch of freaks are playing colosseum
[01:38.340]Honestly?
[01:39.012]Was the world you wanted what you got to see?
[01:41.508]When you were dropping crosses into boxes behind polling screens?
[01:45.036]Was dropping bombs your chosen option?
[01:46.980]Did you vote for screams?
[01:48.420]Was the apocalypse your politician's policy?
[01:51.684]Did you put stock in their prepostering and prophesy?
[01:54.876]A shining future built on squabble free equality?
[01:58.428]That every day you'd get your plate of steak and collared greens?
[02:01.044]That the human race was capable of anything but wanton greed?
[02:04.884]But now the world is gone and what lived on belongs to me
[02:07.788]That freedom you so wanted's now the cost of living comfortably
[02:10.884]
[02:11.316]Peace is just a product with a focus test of billions
[02:14.484]And the test was unsuccessful so we altered it's description
[02:17.556]"YOUR SAFETY NOW PROVIDED BY THE GUYS AT ROBCO SERVICES!"
[02:20.892]For one on going price of your unwavering subservience
[02:24.324]Impressed?I raised the stakes,returned this land to vibrance
[02:27.660]Witness as I raise estates from mud and random violence
[02:30.852]Business is the way to stay the bloody hand of tyrants
[02:34.212]Convinced yet?Sail and ask my buddy Andrew Ryan
[02:37.476]
[02:37.668]A grip of iron never tires
[02:39.492]Head of ire,lead and wires
[02:41.172]Neon vein in ancient spires
[02:42.852]Pump the caps and I respire
[02:44.820]The economy is ash
[02:46.212]I didn't light the fire
[02:47.532]But I can always turn a profit sweeping up the pyre
[02:50.172]
[02:50.748]You can hit them.
[02:51.588]You can fold them.
[02:53.100]Stack the deck and weigh the dice.
[02:56.412]All that glitters isn't golden.
[02:59.796]Cash the cheque you'll pay the price.
[03:02.988]Might be safer in the desert.
[03:06.396]Only dust to judge your sin.
[03:09.444]But those who wager aren't so clever:
[03:12.828]'Cus in heaven,
[03:14.604]well the House always wins.
[03:29.604]
[03:29.940]I saw the path,I pre-empted those ascending arms
[03:33.564]My gilded heart beats forever on to mend the scars
[03:36.972]I built an ark out of empty spas and trendy bars
[03:40.236]Mended the families
[03:41.460]Befriended with the N.C.R.
[03:43.500]I raised the wasteland from a hand of little fight clubs
[03:46.764]I handle situations delicately like WHITE GLOVES
[03:50.052]I'm the Chairman of the board taxing on your survival
[03:52.668]Out to murder competition then sit back and hike the price up
[03:56.172]
[03:56.388]Oh no!
[03:56.940]A society trapped in a snow globe?
[03:58.692]No surprises,the Rapture's a no-show
[04:00.252]Undeniably tragic,there's no hope
[04:01.908]The Majave is savage,it's no home
[04:03.492]Until I came to manage the whole show
[04:05.148]Took the glitz and the glamour and show boats
[04:06.780]Built a bastion for man for my 'folio
[04:08.532]And officially branded it RobCo
[04:10.020]
[04:10.308]With a just pair of dice I came and tamed these earthly wastes
[04:13.068]I built a paradise,you might as well desert your faith
[04:16.212]Long ago when we aimed Armageddon at those pearly gates
[04:19.452]I used that molten gold to rebuild heaven at the thirty-eight
[04:22.452]
[04:22.788]You can hit them.
[04:23.676]You can fold them.
[04:25.308]Stack the deck and weigh the dice.
[04:28.644]All that glitters isn't golden.
[04:31.548]Cash the cheque you'll pay the price.
[04:34.908]Might be safer in the desert.
[04:38.340]Only dust to judge your sin.
[04:41.388]But those who wager aren't so clever:
[04:44.772]'Cus in heaven,
[04:46.668]well the House always wins.
[05:26.556](See_You_Next_Game)

作曲 : Alex Eskes
(Song_by_the_Stupendium)
Mr House:
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 just has "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 ships 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
'Cus 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 the cheque you'll pay the price.
Might be safer in the desert.
Only dust to judge your sin.
But those who wager aren't so clever:
'Cus in heaven,
well the House always wins.
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 collared greens?
That the human race was capable of anything but wanton greed?
But now the 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 it's description
"YOUR SAFETY NOW PROVIDED BY THE GUYS AT ROBCO SERVICES!"
For one on going price of 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 of tyrants
Convinced yet?Sail and ask my buddy Andrew Ryan
A grip of iron never tires
Head of ire,lead and wires
Neon vein 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 the cheque you'll pay the price.
Might be safer in the desert.
Only dust to judge your sin.
But those who wager aren't so clever:
'Cus in heaven,
well the House always wins.
I saw the path,I pre-empted those ascending arms
My gilded heart beats forever on to mend the scars
I built an ark out of empty spas and trendy bars
Mended the families
Befriended with the N.C.R.
I raised the wasteland from a hand of little fight clubs
I handle situations delicately like 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 Majave 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 a just 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 thirty-eight
You can hit them.
You can fold them.
Stack the deck and weigh the dice.
All that glitters isn't golden.
Cash the cheque you'll pay the price.
Might be safer in the desert.
Only dust to judge your sin.
But those who wager aren't so clever:
'Cus in heaven,
well the House always wins.
(See_You_Next_Game)