If a cheated man's a loser,
and a cheater never wins,
And if beggars can be choosers
Till they're weak and wealthy men
And the old keep getting older
And the young bars do the same
And it's never getting better
Who's to bless, who's to blame
All the cards are on the table
You don't lay your money down
Don't complain about your chances, boy
It's the only game in town
And the meaning doesn't matter
Nor the way you play the game
You're the winner or the loser
Keep your hands above the table
And your back against the wall
Toss your chips in with your chances, boy
Let them lay the way they fall
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Then the moral doesn't matter
Broken rules are all the same
You're the broken or the breaker
Who's to bless, who's to blame
Who's to bless, who's to blame?
