[MOLOKOV] The man is utterly mad, you're playing a lunatic [THE RUSSIAN] That's the problem - he's a brilliant lunatic and you can't tell which way he'll jump. Like his game he's impossible to an*lyse. You can't dissect him, predict him, which of course means he's not a lunatic at all [MOLOKOV] What we've just seen's a pathetic display From a man who's beginning to crack He's afraid He knows he isn't the player he was And he won't get it back [THE RUSSIAN] Nonsense! Why do my seconds always want to believe Third-rate propaganda [MOLOKOV] My friend, please relax We're all on your side You know how you need us [THE RUSSIAN] I don't need my army of so-called 'advisors' And helpers to tell me The man who's revitalised chess single-handed Is more or less out of his brain When it's very clear he's sane [MOLOKOV] Listen, we don't underestimate anyone We won't get caught in that trap After all, winning or losing reflects on us all [THE RUSSIAN] Oh, don't give me that crap! I win, no one else does And I take the rap if I lose [MOLOKOV] It's not quite that simple The whole world's tuned in We're all on display We're not merely sportsmen [THE RUSSIAN] Oh, please don't start spouting that old party line Yes, I know it's your job but Just get out and get me a chess-playing second In thirty-six hours we begin That is if you want to win! [Segue] [Verse - THE RUSSIAN] Who needs a dream? Who needs ambition? Who'd be the fool In my position? Once I had dreams Now they're obsessions Hopes became needs Lovers possessions Then they move in Oh, so discreetly Slowly at first Smiling too sweetly I opened doors They walked right through them Called me their friend I hardly knew them [Chorus] Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all Running for my life and never looking back in case there's Someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall [Verse] When the crazy wheel slows down Where will I be? Back where I started Don't get me wrong I'm not complaining Times have been good Fast, entertaining But what's the point If I'm concealing Not only love All other feeling [Chorus] Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all Running for my life and never looking back in case there's someone right behind to shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall [Outro] When the crazy wheel slows down Where will I be? Back where I started