AllYouGamblers
The guillotine in the portrait of the queen
Faded to grey, that night she went away
Stripped down to the bone, she had to walk alone
No one cared, I tell you no one cared
You smugglers and pirates must rise from your holes
wipe the dust of your tranquilised souls
taste the tears on your lovers cheeks
Come on, roll the dice
All you gamblers come with me
This place‘s for winners, not for thee
All you gamblers break your chains
This time we won’t get fooled again, we won’t get fooled again
The poet’s play, saw it coming all the way
Curtain call, the winner took it all
And the singer‘s song seemed to get it wrong
Her race is run, although she jumped the gun
You stick-in-the-muds must rise from the cold
wipe the dust of your paralysed souls
kiss the tears on your lovers cheeks
Come on, roll the dice
All you gamblers ...