The trust is lost The bastard's sided with the bank How come someone who's got enough keeps wanting more? Well, why not make yourself a million times richer? I need a drink before bed to help forget I need a drink I must have had one too many Once at the vault my thoughts stood still What was the combination? All gone from the back of my hand The ship has sunk Gone down with all the men The cargo is lost We can wait forever A prayer for the dead and one for the living Is this your last offer? Is this your final bid? Now where is that drink? We'd made it across the border when lights went out and all went black I remember lying halfway out over the edge clenching a hand At this my arm was weakened At this my arm was weakened Didn't we just leave this party? That was the last thing on my mind My god, where was the fuck-up? From where came the blow to my head? At this my mind was weakened At this my mind was weakened