and you call it face
its a nasty taste
you drop from the top
and then you can't stop
You're over the hill
But you've had your thrills
its alright your life is reduced to drill

*chorus*
Had a plan diagram
an idea that could not fail
May have won the first few hands
But you'll lose it all in the end

you feel misplaced and kicked in the face
and left in the rain absorbing the pain
but you'll find a smile stand up for awhile
but you can't wait to fall again

*chorus*
Had a plan diagram
an idea that could not fail
May have won the first few hands
But you'll lose it all in the end