Текст песни «Fall - Bingo»

A glass of lager in his hand
Silver microphone in his hand
Wasting time in numbers and rhyme
One hundred blank faces buy


Bingo-master's breakout!


Came the time he flipped his lid
Came the time he flipped his lid
Holiday in spain fell through
Players put it down to


Bingo-master's breakout



A hall full of cards left unfilled
Ended his life with wine and pills
There's a grave somewhere only partly filled
A sign in a graveyard on a hill reads


Bingo-master's breakout