The Bar was dark, quiet and still And nothing could be heard The dust lay undisturbed At a table near the back, underneath a fan Two men shared a joka about the normal folk
The cards are on the table The winners takes it all The game is nearly over One man about to fall
I don't believe in heaven I don't believe in hell I don't believe what I'm seeing This is no game, can't you tell
I'm calling your bluff the first man said The people went to war, they always wanted more How could I ever fail to lose They can't take it any more, they want to end the score
The second man showed his hand Some walked barefoot across the land Many have seen the future And are doing the best they can
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The clock ticked past the final hour Which of the men had lost? and what was the cost? The glasses now were empty and gone To wash away the shame, and take away the pain
One man left the table The other, head in hands Paid the bill for the defeated the only thing left that stands
