The Prize Lyrics

The Prize Album: The Eleventh Hour There are no secrets under the sun all our troubles are rolled into one early warning get ready to run but it's hard to see clear for we might disappear with the prize hardly won When books and theories daily contest it's like a welcome from the chapel of rest no salvation no one is blessed while in private we shake there's no time to make one small request (No more)no more winners or losers to talk into the night No more)no more beggars or choosers they're drawn into the fight (they don't belong) ooh - the race is on There are no secrets under the sun all our troubles are rolled into one early warning get ready to run but it's hard to see clear for we might disappear with the prize hardly won (No more)no more winners or losers to talk into the night No more)no more beggars or choosers they're drawn into the fight (No more)no more winners or losers to talk into the night (No more)no more beggars or choosers they're drawn into the fight