When the chips are down the road always bends
Where are they now my fairweather friends?
Estranged and torn, forlorn in the wind
Hopeless and alone all I remember whom I've helped win
Now it's my turn but it seems they all ran out once again
Religion has lied my faith has grown dim
The country I was born gave in to the devil the playing field is not level
I can't afford to live, the prices too high
Where do I go to lay down and die?
D. Clare
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
When the chips are down the road always bends
Where are they now my fairweather friends?
Estranged and torn, forlorn in the wind
Hopeless and alone all I remember whom I've helped win
Now it's my turn but it seems they all ran out once again
Religion has lied my faith has grown dim
The country I was born gave in to the devil the playing field is not level
I can't afford to live, the prices too high
Where do I go to lay down and die?
D. Clare
