The Game

Run on home Passed the empty office space In the half-filled business park That's where you first saw the place And the lights went down And the lights went down And the night was rustling Like an empty bag of tricks And the song still on your lips Like a song on the radio Like a song on the radio Let it all go out Oh, yeah That's the game! Life's hard but I can't complain Oh, yeah That's the game! Oh-oh-oh-oh Don't you grow to that damp mentality To that one but never see To that old monotony All the knives are out All the smiles are out And the land just muscles in And you keep your eyes apart And you feel yourself drift past Like the songs on the radio Like the songs on the radio Let it all go out Oh, yeah That's the game! Life's hard but I can't complain Oh, yeah That's the game! Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh, yeah That's the game! Life's hard but I can't complain Oh, yeah That's the game! Oh-oh-oh-oh