The boys play cards and they don't care
A breeze blows in from the sea
It's warm outside but I'm aware
It's neither here nor there to me
I can hear the cooks in the kitchen
The sprinklers on the lawns
My knights out there have both been pitching
I have sacrificed a pawn
It's Chess

A little mouse could trip that wire
You won't be going anywhere
Your noble house will be on fire
And you trapped in that golden chair
Surrounded by your works of art
The flames will do their worst
You may be rich, you may be smart
But the truth will finish first
It's Chess

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