They said it couldn't be done
And so it seems I proved them all wrong
A sleight of hand
And I have become the chosen one

This is the devil's game
This is a holiday
This is the devil's game
And it turns me on

All I ever wanted is a little recognition
Here I sit with my head in my hands
Lost in a sea of deception

And the ship won't let me sleep
And the wind won't talk me down

England expects
England expects

If you feed them a line
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
And it turns me on
But all that I have gained is recognition
And lost in time