Fate - Todd Rundgren

Sitting at the table losing every hand

And the cards come up the same

I keep thinking I’ll get lucky, something’s got to change

And I will catch a flame

I’m as cold as January, cursed as a Jonah

But I just can’t quit the game

Another round I am all in

I’ll beat the odds, someday I’ll win

Luck of the draw, out of my hands

Whatever comes, it’s up to chance

Wager it all, accept the deal

My fate is sealed

Gripped by an addiction

That is driving me to hell

But it’s easily encouraged, everybody all around me

Has the malady as well

We would rather take our chances, bet away the future

Than face up to the smell

Gamble away the moon and stars

The world to be that is not ours

Drunk with the lust for easy wealth

We’ll take the chance, bankrupt ourselves

We bet the farm, no turning back

Even or odd, on red or black

Our future is no longer ours

The outcome rests with higher powers

All bets are down, now spin the wheel

Our fate is sealed

Gamble away the moon and stars

The world to be that is not ours

Drunk with the lust for easy wealth

We’ll take the chance, bankrupt ourselves

We bet the farm, no turning back

Even or odd, on red or black

Our future is no longer ours

The outcome rests with higher powers

All bets are down, now spin the wheel

Our fate is sealed