I get this feeling I'm dependant on a 4-letter word I'm running out of time I've simpy gotta find I've gotta find myself a reason I've gotta find myself a reason to care That I seem to be running thin on air So take a roll of the dice And know that this house hates winners 'Cos it's so hard to divide The saints from the sinners So get in line I get this feeling that I'm digging my own hole in the earth I'm running out of time The hole's too deep this time I've gotta find myself a reason I've gotta find myself a reason to care That the dirt is falling on my head So take a roll of the dice And know that this house hates winners 'Cos it's so hard to divide The saints from the sinners So get in line So rack up, stack up, jack up And be guilted one by one 'Cos there is a saint and a sinner In every one of us So roll the dice, roll the dice And breathe deeply It's on the line This is your time, you keep thinking You roll a one Another one The end comes grinning So take a roll of the dice And know that this house hates winners 'Cos it's so hard to divide The saints from the sinners So get in line So take a roll of the dice And know that this house hates winners 'Cos it's so hard to divide The saints from the sinners So get in line So rack up, stack up, jack up And be guilted one by one 'Cos there is a saint and a sinner In every one of us