Hall of Fame.

She sees you for who you really are
a burning little northern star
falling through like I never knew
the faces of a gamblers dye.

Tumbling around without making a sound
the full house says it cannot be done.
Three of a kind share the dealers mind
The game of chance will never be won.

Twenty four red all goes to your head
The dealers money is now all gone.
Thirty one black, put paper to tack
The Hall of Fame is now just a game.