CLIFF RICHARD - The Gambling Song lyrics

The wheels forever spinning

The dice are thrown and scatter

The words are all of winning

But only numbers matter

We bet on our existence

We'll last another round

The lucky go the distance

The losers go to ground

From birth to death we gamble

The lots are daily cast

No warning or preamble

Which one will be your last

There is a great comfort in pure hatred

For envy's not enough, not enough

The soothing joy of malice

Is made of sterner stuff, sterner stuff

The failure of a father

The torment of a son

Is a recipe to justify

The worst that could be done

He'll destroy us unless we call a halt

Should the schemer steal our birthright

It will be our fault

The race is won by cunning

A terrifying dance

Too complex in the running

To leave it all to chance

But chance is all we're given

So chances we must take

The gambler's stake is driven

Through hearts that dare not break

But all save one are broken

As fatal points are scored

And one surviving token

Holds sway across the board

There's a moment when the game's balance

Tilts the other way, the other way

When the odds begin to favour

Outsiders in the play, in the play

The failure of incumbents

The sleazy tricks they use

Mean that those who think they call

The tune can only lose

Deal the cards, it won't matter how they fall

Because nothing is a gamble when you want it all

Thanks to brinn for these lyrics