The Game

The Bar was dark and quiet and still
And nothing could be heard
The dust lay undisturbed
At a table near the back, underneath a fan
Two men shared a joke about the normal folk
The cards are on the table
The winner takes it all
The game is nearly over
One man about to fall
Well I don't believe in heaven
I don't believe in hell
I don't believe what I'm seeing
This is no game, can't you tell