Sitting playing poker in a dirty backstreet bar
Sweat is running down your neck and further down your arm
Hiding aces everywhere and cheating when you can
Hating every cheated, beaten poker playing man

Winners and sinners
Winners and sinners
Winners and sinners are sent to Hell
Winners and sinners, I wish you well

It's five o'clock in the morning
You've had a heavy night
Bitter after you've lost your game
You're beating up your wife
The kids are crying
Their mama's lying on the greasy floor
You see the emptiness in their eyes
Before you slam the door

Winners and sinners
Winners and sinners
Winners and sinners are sent to Hell
Winners and sinners, I wish you well

Winners and sinners
Winners and sinners
Winners and sinners are sent to Hell
Winners and sinners, I wish you well

Why didn't you listen
To what the old preacher said
For those who win, and thee who sin
Shall remain captured in chains
In the fires of hell

Winners and sinners
Winners and sinners
Winners and sinners are sent to Hell
Winners and sinners, I wish you well