The gambling song      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 bastard 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