Grey clouds roll in, I don’t know where to begin,
I hear the wind begin to roar like a wave in the sea.
First drop at my door, suddenly starts to pour,
And then I’m washed away by deadly harmony.

We’re playing a game, but not playing the same,
I’ve got two aces, he’s got three up his sleeve.
And the judge and the jury, in their righteous fury,
Roll their loaded dice and keep me from being free.

Put on my cowl, oh the wind it does howl,
And I can’t hear myself over the thunderous skies.
Blue clouds bright day, have all but faded away,
As I peer through the haze of their web of lies.

We’re playing a game, but not playing the same,
I’ve got two aces, he’s got three up his sleeve.
And the judge and the jury, in their righteous fury,
Roll their loaded dice and keep me from being free.

For years it goes on, singing an endless song,
The cries of sorrow that they’ll never hear.
And when the rain stops, there falls the final drop,
From the eyes rains down, a single tear.

We’re playing a game, but not playing the same,
I’ve got two aces, he’s got three up his sleeve.
And the judge and the jury, in their righteous fury,
Roll their loaded dice and keep me from being free.