Lyrics of Bingo-master's breakout

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 breakout! all he sees is the back of chairs in the mirror, a lack of hairs a light room, which he fills out hear the players all shout bingo-master's breakout! a glass of lager in his hand silver microphone in his hand wasting time in numbers and rhyme one hundred blank faces buy bingo-master's breakout! came the time he flipped his lid came the time he flipped his lid holiday in spain fell through players put it down to bingo-master's breakout a hall full of cards left unfilled ended his life with wine and pills there's a grave somewhere only partly filled a sign in a graveyard on a hill reads bingo-master's breakout