The cardsharp was given the whole world to play,
Conscience long forgotten,
A reckoning for crimes hangs over him,
The poison of lies comes to the rescue.

Aces, kings and queens up the sleeves,
A knife behind the sock, prompters all around,
No getting by without self-advertisement,
Rigged witnesses and papers.

And what if he really will make us rich,
Just as he promises?
And restore our greatness again,
If he does not lose to Satan.