Fall - Bingo-master's Breakout lyrics

Two swans in front of his eyes

Colored balls in front of his eyes

It's number one for his kelly's eye

Treble-six right over his eye

A big shot's voice in his ears

Worlds of silence in his ears

All the numbers account for years

Checks the cards through eyes of tears

Bingo-master's breakout!

All he sees is the back of chairs

In the mirrora lack of hairs

A light roomwhich he fills out

Hear the players all shout

Bingo-master's breakout!

A glass of lager in his hand

Silver microphone in his hand

Wasting time in numbers and rhyme

One hundred blank faces buy

Bingo-master's breakout!

Came the time he flipped his lid

Came the time he flipped his lid

Holiday in spain fell through

Players put it down to

Bingo-master's breakout

A hall full of cards left unfilled

Ended his life with wine and pills

There's a grave somewhere only partly filled

A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads

Bingo-master's breakout