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 mirror, a lack of hairs A lighted room, checks fill out Here 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 rhymes [One hand drug and faces bright] 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 He ended his life with wine and pills There's a grave somewhere only partly filled A sign in graveyard on a hill reads Bingo-Master's Breakout Fall Lyrics Bingo-master's Breakout Lyrics