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 sign in the desert that lies to the west
Where you can't sell the night from the sunrise
And not all the king's horses and all the 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.