Lyrics

Well The Thief is smoking cigarettes, though he's been quit for years I guess
The Maid is in the pantry leaking dry
In the hall the silence looms, the bed is like an empty tomb,
Welcome, Lazarus, aint ya got the sense to die?

Well it's round and round and round it goes, the will of the kaleidescope
The Magician, he just winks an eye. Says “Boy you lost 'fore you ever played
Madmen take the lower grade, but The Dealer, he always wins high

The coins fall out of your empty cup like a boxer who has had enough
the maid she run and took 'em on the fly
The Thief he stands with pockets ripped, his fingers flex with rage and grip
the things that drip from the corner of his eyes

Well it's round and round and round it goes, the will of the kaleidescope
The Magician, he just winks an eye. Says “Boy you lost 'fore you ever played
Madmen take the lower grade, but The Dealer, he always wins high

Job he tried to beat the deck, The Magician bared his fangs and checked
And Job he crumbled like a twig gone dry
And here among the lonely halls, The Thief he drinks and climbs the walls
And The Maid she just took off for the sky.

Well it's round and round and round it goes, the will of the kaleidescope
The Magician, he just winks an eye. Says “Boy you lost 'fore you ever played
Madmen take the lower grade, but The Dealer, he always wins high