"In the morning, you go gunning For the man who stole your water And you fire until he is done in But they catch you at the border And the mourners are all singing As they drag you by your feet But the hangman isn't hanging And they put you on the street You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turning round and round You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turning round and round You go back (She's got the looks that kill) Do it again (She's got the looks) When you 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 near the end And you love a little wild one And she brings you only sorrow All the time you know she's smiling You'll be on your knees tomorrow You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turning round and round You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turning round and round You go back (She's got the looks that kill) Do it again (She's got the looks) (She's got the looks that kill She's got the looks) Back, Jack, do it again (She's got the looks that kill) Back, Jack, do it again (She's got the looks) Now you swear and kick and beg us That you're not a gambling man Then you find you're back in Vegas With a handle in your hand Your black cards can make you money So you hide them when you're able In the land of milk and honey You must put them on the table You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turning round and round You go back, Jack, do it again Wheel turning round and round You go back (She's got the looks that kill) Do it again (She's got the looks) (She's got the looks that kill) Do it again (She's got the looks) (She's got the looks that kill) Do it again (She's got the looks)"