checkmate honey, beat ya at your own [bad word] 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 
nowhere 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 
nowhere to draw the line