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