State Of The World

Empires fall
There’s no reason at all
Why the hands that are dealt
Are not cards at all

But a gambling man’s game
And a poor man’s shame
No mercy, no honour
The stakes are insane

Will we slip through the cracks?
Like there’s no turning back?
Tip toe, tac toe, sing the old song

While your heart is still yours
The gamblers wage war
On the sorry old state of the world.

CHORUS
Fight
Stay the path, take it back and
Hold the line
Lovers and keepers will never forget
The game isn’t over yet.

To bet all your gold
On bullets and coal
Play the last card
In a burning down house

While the poor man’s at odds
With the whims of the gods
Shadows and secrets
Are met with applause

The gambling man’s friend
Is the sword, not the pen
No story concludes
Without a tattoo at the end

While your heart is still yours
The gamblers wage war
On the sorry old state of the world.

CHORUS

That’s what you get
When you throw the whole deck
At the sorry old state of the world.