Checkmate honey, beat ya at your own damn game
No dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane
Feet's on the ground,
And your head's goin' down the drain
Oh, heads I win, tails you lose,
To the never mind
Where to draw the line
An indian summer, carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner,
And rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night,
And wrong all the right out of me
Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers,
It don't take time know where to draw the line
Hi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs
Oh, you told Carrie,
And promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win, tails you lose,
Lord it's such a crime
No dice honey, you're the salt,
You're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got to choose
Where to draw the line
Checkmate, don't be late
Take another pull
That's right, impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
The price, the dice
Grab yourself a slice
Know where to draw the line
No dice honey, I'm livin' on the astral plane
Feet's on the ground,
And your head's goin' down the drain
Oh, heads I win, tails you lose,
To the never mind
Where to draw the line
An indian summer, carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner,
And rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night,
And wrong all the right out of me
Oh, pass me the vile and cross your fingers,
It don't take time know where to draw the line
Hi ho silver, we were singin' all your cowboy songs
Oh, you told Carrie,
And promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads I win, tails you lose,
Lord it's such a crime
No dice honey, you're the salt,
You're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey, you're the only one who's got to choose
Where to draw the line
Checkmate, don't be late
Take another pull
That's right, impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
The price, the dice
Grab yourself a slice
Know where to draw the line
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As a lyricist though, Steven Tyler is kind of a paradox. Some of his lines are so cool, brainy and phonetically powerful. But mostly, a great line is followed by a lazy one, and they never seem to add up to any kind of description of anything specific. Surrealistic coolness, it's great if you don't mind there being no point. What you hear first here, is all you get. if that's enough for you, it works like crazy. This track is on my top ten greatest rock songs of all time list. The performance is just so good. If the words don't really mean anything .....Who cares?
- Jah Whitebread
My brain gets stuck on "Wrong all the right out of me" I think it's an awesome concept.
Great song, why not more posts??
"feets on the ground and your head's going down the drain" = obvious drug reference. "pass me the vile", "draw the line", both drug references. Drawing lines of cocaine. And, the cover of the album is a line drawing of the group. Double entendres everywhere.
"heads I win, tails you lose" is synonymous with "checkmate". You have a girl in a no-win situation, she must choose where to "draw the line" - sexually and drugs.
where it says "No dice honey, I'm livin' on a astral plane ", doesn't the song go "..."i'm leaving on an ass to blame"?
"A Indian summer, Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner, and rarely ever left the store"
carrie was all over the floor ? haha omg.
In context, Carrie had a huge amount of drugs that she watched over very carefully - ('never left the store') 'Store' meaning where she kept the loot.