About things we've gone through
And that's what you've done too
The loser's standing small
Thinking I belonged there
Thinking I'd be strong there
The gods may throw the dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
The winner takes it all (takes it all)
The loser has to fall (has to fall)
It's simple and it's plain (it seems plain)
Why should I complain? (Why complain)
But tell me, does she kiss
When she calls your name?
You've come to shake my hand
So the winner takes it all
And the loser has to fall
Throw the dice, cold as ice
Way down here, someone dear
Takes it all, has to fall
It seems plain, why complain?