The cards are marked The dies are loaded And the world's a game that's been rigged The ferris wheel goes round and round And there is always the ...? to blame Cause the story it's always the same Big man is inside his palazzo While the little man scrambles in the streets And that's exactly where they'll both stay Until the world starts going round and round And the story it's always the same Cause your cities are built upon bones And history's written by the victors And it's always written, yes it's always written In fever and ashes and blood Your eyes bulge ...? your beauty But beauty demands a high price Cause when the fog lifts and the winds shift Things are rarely what they seem And you heard it all before Cause the story is always the same