Roine Stolt - The Winning Game lyrics

He's travelling the road that others have shown him He's following the lies that others have told him His Future's on the brink... And nothing's ever going to sink his ship Grabs a working lunch, keeping one eye on the NASDAQ Driving through the Blackwall on his way to some knock-back There's no room in his soul For the people he controls... but never knows An in his life there's an empty space He fills with doubt and shame Then seals it up and destroys the key And ploughs himself right back into the winning game She's struggling with the problems that our hero has shown her (A few thousands miles away, in a luxury Land Rover) Her children in the cold While her life is bought and sold... On tiny screens And as her value drops, well another one is rising More fashionable crops for the ever enterprising The West plays betting games On the fortunes of its slaves... but never knows And in her heart there's an empty space We take more from, every day But we close our eyes and pay no more hees And plough ourselves right back into the winning game These Two halves of the problem Are joined like the sides of a coin We see them, we feel them but do nothing People live in the world that we drive through It's hard to even know that they're there We feel them, we see them but do nothing Still treading the road our education's shown us Still following the lies that the media has told us We're chalking up success While our planet's in a mess... But never know The campaigners on TV are all just raving "lefties" With pullovers so dodgy and haircuts from the seventies So why should we take note When we can simply cast our vote for "status quo"? And in our hearts there's an empty space We feel its nagging pain But we take the d** and damp it down And plough ourselves right back into the winning game Life, it seems not much more Than a race for an un-named prize That we accept in some tear-stained ceremony From people that we despise And in our hearts we want nothing more Than greed and lust and pain We buy and sell And we crawl away To count our ill-got gains [Fabulous guitar solo to end]