This can’t be my call, but they say it’s my move
Born under the gun, what more could we do
We knew it was rigged, we were gutted and canned
Thrown out to the birds, then chaff in the wind
And so it goes, another year round Another year round
And so it goes, another year round Another year round
But I’d give up this fight to know you’re alright
Without me
It is your roll, throw down your cards
Where will they land? What’s in your hand?
You push up your pawns, and call all my bets
Unsheathe your swords, and cut off my head
And so it goes, another year round Another year round
And so it goes, another year round Another year found
You’ve gotta carry on, you’ve gotta carry on
Without me
You’ve gotta carry on, you’ve gotta carry on
Without me
Born under the gun, what more could we do
Thrown out to the birds, then chaff in the wind
And so it goes, another year round Another year round
Without me
Where will they land? What’s in your hand?
You push up your pawns, and call all my bets
Unsheathe your swords, and cut off my head
And so it goes, another year round Another year found
Without me
You’ve gotta carry on, you’ve gotta carry on
Without me
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