๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐จ... ๐๐๐ซ๐๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐ ยท ๐๐ช๐๐๐ฃ
๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ยท ๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐จ... ๐๐๐ซ๐๐จ๐๐ฉ๐๐
๐ผ๐ก๐๐ช๐ข ยท ๐๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ ๐ผ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐๐
๐ฝ๐๐ฃ๐ ยท ๐๐ช๐๐๐ฃ
[Verse 1]
It's so easy, but I can't do it
So risky, but I gotta chance it
It's so funny, there's nothing to laugh about
My money, that's all you wanna talk about
I can see what you want me to be
But I'm no fool
[Chorus]
It's in the lap of the gods
Whoa, whoa, la-la-la, whoa
I can see what you want me to be
But I'm no fool
[Verse 2]
No beginning, there's no ending
There's no meaning in my pretending
Believe me, life goes on and on and
Forgive me when I ask you, "Where do I belong?"
You say, "I (You can do it) can't (You can do it)
(You can go and set him free) Set you free from me"
But that's not true
[Chorus]
It's in the lap of the gods
Whoa, whoa, la-la-la, whoa
I can see what you want me to be
But I'm no fool
It's in the lap of the gods
[Outro]
Whoa, whoa, la-la-la, whoa
Whoa, whoa, la-la, wah, wah, ooh
But that's not true
It's in the lap of the gods
Whoa, whoa, la-la-la, whoa
Whoa, whoa, la-la, wah, wah, ooh
But I'm no fool
It's in the lap of the gods
Whoa, whoa, la-la-la, whoa
Whoa, whoa, la-la, wah, wah, ooh
It's in the lap of the gods
Whoa, whoa, la-la-la, whoa
Whoa, whoa, la-la, wah, wah, ooh
But I'm no fool
It's in the lap of the gods
Whoa, whoa, la-la-la, whoa
Whoa, whoa, la-la, wah, wah, ooh
'I now understood the secret of music and knew what makes it so infinitely superior to all the other arts: its incorporeality. Once it has left an instrument it becomes its own master, a free and independent creature of sound, weightless, incorporeal and perfectly in tune with the universe.' - Walter Moers