The "Freeola Customer Forum" forum, which includes Retro Game Reviews, has been archived and is now read-only. You cannot post here or create a new thread or review on this forum.
The Gamblers last game
In a world where passion is fortune
In a life where love is fame
Among all things precious and full of glory
Some would say they play a ‘fools game’
Staring into darkness
Trapped in a lonely tunnel
A never ending passage
Pretending they ‘know all’
With a hand, full of sorrow
And a hat full of tricks
How could they lose this game?
Really it’s themselves they cannot fix
A multitude of misfortunes
Followed by the stench of brandy and debt
An account of I O U’s, that will never be kept
Broken hearts fall down, but luck is never up.
Souls are sold to uniforms
Trapped inside four walls
Fact is they’ve been dead for years now
And they are remembered as ‘just fools!’
In a world where passion is fortune
In a life where love is fame
Among all things precious and full of glory
Some would say they play a ‘fools game’
Staring into darkness
Trapped in a lonely tunnel
A never ending passage
Pretending they ‘know all’
With a hand, full of sorrow
And a hat full of tricks
How could they lose this game?
Really it’s themselves they cannot fix
A multitude of misfortunes
Followed by the stench of brandy and debt
An account of I O U’s, that will never be kept
Broken hearts fall down, but luck is never up.
Souls are sold to uniforms
Trapped inside four walls
Fact is they’ve been dead for years now
And they are remembered as ‘just fools!’
Page:
There have been no replies to this thread yet.
The Gamblers last game
In a world where passion is fortune
In a life where love is fame
Among all things precious and full of glory
Some would say they play a ‘fools game’
Staring into darkness
Trapped in a lonely tunnel
A never ending passage
Pretending they ‘know all’
With a hand, full of sorrow
And a hat full of tricks
How could they lose this game?
Really it’s themselves they cannot fix
A multitude of misfortunes
Followed by the stench of brandy and debt
An account of I O U’s, that will never be kept
Broken hearts fall down, but luck is never up.
Souls are sold to uniforms
Trapped inside four walls
Fact is they’ve been dead for years now
And they are remembered as ‘just fools!’
In a world where passion is fortune
In a life where love is fame
Among all things precious and full of glory
Some would say they play a ‘fools game’
Staring into darkness
Trapped in a lonely tunnel
A never ending passage
Pretending they ‘know all’
With a hand, full of sorrow
And a hat full of tricks
How could they lose this game?
Really it’s themselves they cannot fix
A multitude of misfortunes
Followed by the stench of brandy and debt
An account of I O U’s, that will never be kept
Broken hearts fall down, but luck is never up.
Souls are sold to uniforms
Trapped inside four walls
Fact is they’ve been dead for years now
And they are remembered as ‘just fools!’
Page: