There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains.
And a wheel in perpetual motion.
And they follow the races and pay out the gains.
With no show of an outward emotion.
And they think it will make their lives easier.
For God knows up till now it's been hard.
But the game never ends when your whole world depends.
On the turn of a friendly card.
No the game never ends when your whole world depends.
On the turn of a friendly card.
There's a sigh in desert that lies to the west.
Where you can't tell the night from the sunrise.
And not all the king's horses and all king's men.
Have prevented the fall of the unwise.
For they think it will make their lives easier.
And God knows up till now it's been hard.
But the game never ends when your whole world depends.
On the turn of a friendly card.
No the game never ends when your whole world depends.
On the turn of a friendly card.
But a pilgrim must follow in search of a shrine.
As he enters inside the cathedral......