Bingo-Master's Break-Out! - The Fall

Two swans in front of his eyes

Colored balls in front of his eyes

It’s number one for his Kelly’s eye

Treble-six right over his eye

A big shot’s voice in his ears

Worlds of silence in his ears

All the numbers account for years

Checks the cards through eyes of tears

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

All he sees is the back of chairs

In the mirror, a lack of hairs

A lighted room, checks fill out

Here the players all shout

Bingo-Master's Breakout!

A glass of lager in his hand

Silver microphone in his hand

Wasting time in numbers and rhymes

(One hand drug and faces bright)

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

He ended his life with wine and pills

There’s a grave somewhere only partly filled

A sign in graveyard on a hill reads

Bingo-Master's Breakout