And what good is it, when you’ve got the gear? / when you’re filled with fear,
But/and you’re all alone with no idea
but the rules kept changing, turned love to hate.
(So that’s) one for God, and still no points for me.
(And while the) God’s are laughin’, there’s the Devil to pay.
(I hope the) God’s are laughin’ at my misery.
that all I’ve built is a hill of beans. / that all I’m buildin’ is a hill of beans.
But I’ll keep on going, despite the odds.
I’m not tryin’ – and that’s a crime.