Play Dead

Why settle for second best?

You wonder as your wine

Comes flowing down your spine, oh.

Why wait for the stars to set?

To catch up on your sleep

And watch the dreams that keep you alive?

Ah, Ah, Ah

 

You're scrubbing up

I see your bones

And all the dirty maggots chewing through

You know, you’re false

I know your thoughts

You never turn your eyes to the things you do

Oh,

Whose playing on the left side

Loosing on the right?

Oh.

Why hope when there’s nothing left?

To feed your head you cry

You touch your creases as they fade away

Why look on the bright side?

When all you see are holes

Get lost inside their vast space and time.

Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah.

 

You're scrubbing up

I see your bones

And all the dirty maggots eating through

You know you’re false

Those little thoughts

It always seems to come back round on you

Oh,

Whose playing on the left side

Loosing on the right?

Oh,

There’s no game to play,

All you ever do is play dead.

 

Everything comes back on you

Everything comes back on you, you, you

Everything comes back on you, you, you

Everything comes back on you, yeah!

You're scrubbing up

I see your bones

And all the dirty maggots eating through

I see your thoughts

I know you’re false

And I won’t be the one waiting round on you

Oh,

Playing on the left side

Loosing on the right?

Oh,

There’s no game to play,

All you ever do is play dead

Oh,

Oh,

No game to play

All you ever do is play dead.