Just for effect the angel of death asks you to confess your dreams
I’m prepared to bet you wouldn’t expect or even know what they mean
They’ll burn in the fire all your desires when you emerge you will be clean
So you contrive all the time you’re alive to effect that you know what it means
You know what it means you effect that you know what it means
Is there good is there bad or are you just mad do you have a card to redeem
You smile and you joke at desire you poke is there anyone left now to dream
The gambler bets the old men forget and nobody knows what it means
Is there good or bad or are you just mad do you have a card to redeem
At your funeral dirge you’ll be free to expurge that it really didn’t mean a thing
The gambler bets the old men forget and nobody knows what it means