Ballard There are times when you're feeling so good That the only way to move is down You're feeling fine, looking like a king Then you turn around and you're painted like a clown. Nights you feel you're about to win The gold in your pocket turns to tin. Thunder, lightning, striking again and again and again and again Thunder and lightning striking me down. You play the game and you just can't lose And you're walking with your feet off the ground Every ball seems to hit the net Every penny that you save becomes a pound. Just when you find peace of mind Just look around and what do you find ? Thunder (thunder, thunder, thunder) lightning (lightning, lightning, lightning) Striking (striking, striking, striking) again and again and again and again Thunder and lightning striking me down. Well you play the game and you just can't lose And you're walking with your feet off the ground Every ball seems to hit the net Every penny that you save becomes a pound. Just when you find peace of mind Just look around and what do you find ? Thunder (thunder, thunder, thunder) lightning (lightning, lightning, lightning) Striking (striking, striking, striking) again and again and again and again Thunder and lightning striking me down. Thunder (thunder, thunder, thunder) lightning (lightning, lightning, lightning) Striking (striking, striking, striking) again and again and again and again Thunder and lightning striking me down.