The Game

Running home

Past the empty office space

In the half-filled business park

That's where you first saw the place

When the lights went down

And the lights went down

And the night was rustling

Like an empty bag of crisps

And the salt still on your lips

Like a song on a radio

Like a song on a radio

Let it all go

Ah-ah

Oh yeah, that's the game

Life's hard, but I can't complain

Oh yeah, that's the game

Ah oh

Don't you crow

To that death mentality

To that look-but-never-see

To that old monotony

Oh, the knives are out

Oh, the smiles are out

And the life just muscles in

And you keep your eyes apart

And you feel yourself drift past

Like a song from a radio

And the songs on the radio

Let it all go

Ah-ah

Oh yeah, that's the game

Life's hard, but I can't complain

Oh yeah, that's the game

Ah oh

Oh yeah, that's the game

Life's hard, but I can't complain

Oh yeah, that's the game

Ah oh