You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Putting in change systematically
Winning streak that you had over me
It´s turned into your broken tragedy
Turn your pockets out onto the street

Now you see you´ve spent it all on me
You see my true colors out of sync
Now your skin is a pair of sympathies
You´ve hit the bottom one hundred times before
Now feel the fever as I leave you wanting more
You thought you could turn and walk away
Taking chances that weren´t yours to take
When I don´t think so my foolish boy
Watch the next one taking all the joy
Hold me, nudge me, spinning me around
Where´s the money, can´t hear that clinking sound?
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
Overstretch your generosity
For our band, it´s leading you astray

The little we had, you´ve thrown it all away
Go, go, kerching, kerching boy
(Yeah, you´re on a roll)
Go, go, kerching, kerching boy
(Yeah, you´re on a low)
Go, go, kerching, kerching boy
You find it hard to stop it, yeah
You´re running like a steam train
I like the way that you do that
Where´s the money, can´t hear that clinking sound?
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
Kerching, kerching boy
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
You keep playing me like a fruit machine
You keep playing me like a fruit machine

Kerching, kerching
Kerching, kerching
Kerching, kerching
You find it hard to stop it, yeah
You´re running like a steam train
Kerching, kerching
Kerching, kerching
You keep playing me like a fruit machine