Tom you look well despite the company you’ve kept
I don’t suppose I’ll ask you how you’ve been or how you’ve slept
You used to say this was a chess game for ideals
But now you work for madmen who bet Earth’s fate on spinning wheels
And I looked up to you as a mentor and a friend
But the look now in your eyes tells me you always knew we’d see this end
What good is friendship in this business of ours?
The graves are all unmarked, no widows weep, no one sends flowers
And that’s where we’re headed: One or both of us to the grave
But if I fail and you succeed, well whose ideals will you have saved?
There is no punchline; the game has come undone
What once was measured sacrifice for you now is mindless fun
Well here I am out in plain sight, you take your shot and I’ll take mine
If we not make it through the night, that’ll have to be just fine
I do regret it, I wish it weren’t this way
But at least I had the chance to say
Hello again my friend
Is there any way out of here
Without fear?
Did we spend
Our whole lives for this end?
Should it be said we’ve spent
Our lives in name of a cause that gives most pause
When cards are down
There’s no sense to be found
Smith you lily-livered twit, you weak halfwit
Naivete is so passé- I have to say it really makes me sick
You never grew up, you never even learned
While we worked to save one castle, another two were burned
And you can say I’ve lost my marbles or my touch
But if you had seen where I have been, you’d know those marbles don’t mean much
Odds are against us; all that’s left is up to chance
But therein lies the fun so let’s dance
Hello again my friend
It seems the hour’s getting late here
Is it fate here?
Was it planned
That we play one final hand?
Though we may fall, we call
And bet it all without hate
This wheel of fate
Will still spin the same
Even when we sleep in fame
