Bingo-Master ​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 break-out!
Bingo-master's break-out!
Bingo-master's break-out!

All he sees is the back of chairs
In the mirror, a lack of hairs
A light realm which he fills out
Hear the players all shout
"Bingo-master's break-out!
Bingo-master's break-out!
Bingo-master's break-out!"

A glass of lager in his hand
Silver microphone in his hand
Wasting time in numbers and rhymes
One hundred blank faces mime
"Bingo-master's break-out!
Bingo-master's break-out!
Bingo-master's break-out!"