Texty: Tori Amos. Other. Do It Again.

Ah-ah-ah-ah, ha...
Ah-ah-ah, yeaha... mmhumm.
Ah-ha, ah-ah ah... ah-ah-ah laha... owm.

In the morning you go gunning for the man who stole your water,
And you'll fight 'till he is done in, but they catch you at the border,
And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet,
But the hangman isn't hanging, and they put you on the street.


Let's go. Ah-ah-ah ha... Ah-ah-ah ha... And you go...


Well know she's no high climber, then you find your only friend,
In a room with your two-timer, and you're sure you're at the... end,
Then you love a little wild one, but she brings you only sorrow,
All the time, you know she's smilin', you'll be on your knees tomorrow.


You... ooh-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha yeah... you go back, Jack.
You go back, yeah. Do it again...
Wheel turning round and round.
Yeah, you go back, Jack, an' do it again...
Ah ah-ah-ha... eh-hey... hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey...


Now your swear a gig back in Vegas,
that you're not a gamblin' man.
Mmm, then you find you're back in Vegas,
With a hand up pulled in your hand.
Your black cards will make you money,
So you hide them, when you're able,
In the land of milk an' honey.
Boy, you must put them on the table.


Yeah-yeah you-you go back, Jack. Do it again...
Wheel turning round, sweet boy.
You go back, sweet Jack. Do it again, yes.
Yeah he-he-he, a can do, you know, come on it's me. Let's go.
Hoh ah-ah-han, wheel turning round, you know.
Wheel turning round beautifully, Mmm...
Wheel turning round, mmhmm...