They said it couldn't be donenAnd so it seemsnI proved them all wrongnnIn spite of themnI have becomenThe chosen onennThis is the devil's gamenThis is a holidaynThis is the devil's gamenIt turns me onnnAll I ever wantednIs a little revolutionnBut here I sitnWith my head in my handsnLost in a sea of deceptionnnAnd this ship won't let me sinknAnd the wind won't talk aboutnEngland expectsnEngland expectsnnIf you feed them a lienThey will take it and runnAnd who could blame themnnThis is the devil's gamenThis is a holidaynThis is the devil's gamenThis is a holiday