Bingo Master's Breakout - Live

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