User blog comment:Corbierr/Song Game 2/@comment-4816103-20140214145121

We'll be the richest rogues of all time / creators of a grand design

There are precious few at ease with moral ambiguities / so we act as though they don't exist

A bottle of red / A bottle of white

Through the mist, through the darkness and the shadows / its a nightmare, but it's one exciting ride

And you married into money girl / ain't it a cruel and funny world / he took your dreams / and he tore them apart