[MOLOKOV]
The man is utterly mad, you're playing a lunatic
[THE RUSSIAN]
That's the problem - he's a brilliant lunatic and you can't tell which way he'll jump. Like his game he's impossible to an*lyse. You can't dissect him, predict him, which of course means he's not a lunatic at all
[MOLOKOV]
What we've just seen's a pathetic display
From a man who's beginning to crack
He's afraid
He knows he isn't the player he was
And he won't get it back
[THE RUSSIAN]
Nonsense!
Why do my seconds always want to believe
Third-rate propaganda
[MOLOKOV]
My friend, please relax
We're all on your side
You know how you need us
[THE RUSSIAN]
I don't need my army of so-called 'advisors'
And helpers to tell me
The man who's revitalised chess single-handed
Is more or less out of his brain
When it's very clear he's sane
[MOLOKOV]
Listen, we don't underestimate anyone
We won't get caught in that trap
After all, winning or losing reflects on us all
[THE RUSSIAN]
Oh, don't give me that crap!
I win, no one else does
And I take the rap if I lose
[MOLOKOV]
It's not quite that simple
The whole world's tuned in
We're all on display
We're not merely sportsmen
[THE RUSSIAN]
Oh, please don't start spouting that old party line
Yes, I know it's your job but
Just get out and get me a chess-playing second
In thirty-six hours we begin
That is if you want to win!
[Segue]
[Verse - THE RUSSIAN]
Who needs a dream?
Who needs ambition?
Who'd be the fool
In my position?
Once I had dreams
Now they're obsessions
Hopes became needs
Lovers possessions
Then they move in
Oh, so discreetly
Slowly at first
Smiling too sweetly
I opened doors
They walked right through them
Called me their friend
I hardly knew them
[Chorus]
Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all
Running for my life and never looking back in case there's
Someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall
[Verse]
When the crazy wheel slows down
Where will I be? Back where I started
Don't get me wrong
I'm not complaining
Times have been good
Fast, entertaining
But what's the point
If I'm concealing
Not only love
All other feeling
[Chorus]
Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all
Running for my life and never looking back in case there's someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall
[Outro]
When the crazy wheel slows down
Where will I be? Back where I started