- cifra
They said it couldn't be done
And so it seems
I proved them all wrong
In spite of them
I have become
The chosen one
This is the devil's game
This is a holiday
This is the devil's game
It turns me on
All I ever wanted
Is a little revolution
But here I sit
With my head in my hands
Lost in a sea of deception
And this ship won't let me sink
And the wind won't talk about
England expects
England expects
If you feed them a lie
They will take it and run
And who could blame them
This is the devil's game
This is a holiday
This is the devil's game
This is a holiday
