Wings - The Broadcast lyrics

We're got a chance and we'll take it We may win or we may lose We may even have to cut and run for it Well, it won't be the first time I've run And it won't be the first time I've been caught It's the game that matters Brother, I am proud to know you This is one of the greatest moments I have ever experienced I think I sense the situation when I say that we all esteem it an honour To breathe the rather inferior atmosphere of this station Here along with our little friend I guess we shall all go home and treasure the memory of his face As the whitest thing in our museum of recollections And, perhaps, this good woman will also go home And wash the face of our little brother here I'm inspired with a new faith in mankind Ladies and gentlemen, I wish to present to you A sure enough saint, who only wants a halo to be transfigured Stand right up