I worked at the casino for four years straight

I did my fair share of early shifts and “lates”

I heard true stories of arson, blood are gore

And I decided that I could not take it anymore

I am not cut out for that kind of stuff

I like excitement and can sail through the rough

But I had to draw the line, when asked to identify

Someone the police thought was dead. I cried.

I could take the abuse, drunks and stress

But that kind of responsibility messes with your head

I grew up an awful lot and became more wise

After having the sinister life unveiled to my eyes.