Under the Table - Dave Elder

Under the Table Lyrics

The stakes keep getting higher in those hidden back rooms.
Blue chips rise and fall bigger.
Someone's making the move
and no matter who's the winner, most of the people lose.
What goes down under the table?
What goes down?
Tell me if you're able.
You play that game for power with a knife up the sleeve.
One hand washes the other but nobody comes clean.
You can sell your own brother if the price ain't too cheap.
What goes down under the table?
What goes down?
Tell me if you're able.
"Don't ask too many questions," you hear the jokers talk.
The deal goes to the next one who can pull this one off,
and how you pay the king's ransom

is between you and the odds.
What goes down under the table?
What goes down?
Tell me if you're able.
What goes down under the table?
What goes down?
Don't tell me any fables.
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Lyrics submitted by Dave Elder.