Splitting Aces

She was born on a Sunday
It was a cold winter night
She was the ace up his sleeve
She was the thorn in his side

And the clothes hang low
Over her hospital bed
And the moon hung down like
the eye in the devil's head

She's been waiting for me
Got a knife to my neck
She's got my name on her wall
To call if she could care

And the clothes hang low
Over her hospital bed
And the moon hung down like
the eye in the devil's head

Now we're walking out of
the degree
Never thought those eyes
would set on me

Bet you'd kill me if you wanted it
Set a trap for me to fall
She was the ace up his sleeve
She was the thorn in his side

Now we're walking out of
the degree
Never thought those eyes
would set on me

Bet you'd kill me if you wanted it
Set a trap for me to fall