Every time you look into my face
Well, you take away something
You don't replace, my friend
I call it a disgrace, my friend
When you come out of hiding
Well, you'd better start confiding
How surprised you'll have to be
Breathing your pockets empty
Wondering when will you admit
That the game you're playing is too big to quit,
my friend
And it's much too near an end
You'd better keep your
fingers crossed
You're really the loser if you close
You set the wheel a -spinning round
You looked awhile, you looked
behind
Now I've made a resolu
tion to follow this game
To its own conclusion, my friend
So your own intrusion defends
Think carefully on each step you take
For you've got my interest
in the state
You've had your turn, now I begin
And I'm playing your game to win
Every time you look into my face,
well, you take away something
You don't replace my friend,
I call it a disgrace, my friend
So when you come out of hiding
You'd better start confiding
Or else the price you'll have to pay
Is leaving your pockets
empty
you