This whole show’s a numbers game
Run by the Family
Gödel knew its tricks by name
And deserves our sympathy
This old boat is run by elves
demons sorting air
hot and cold they please themselves
baby there’s no there there
Buy a ticket for the draw
try your luck with it
hold on tight it’s an old saw
you’ll give more than you get
This old number game’s a blast
going going gone
Thought we’d left it in the past
thought we were no more a pawn
I’m ripping my ticket up
I’ll make it on my own
Take a new drink in my cup
babe this bird has flown
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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