The Game

The Game - lyrics

words and music copyright 2024 stephen rowdy pieper

dressed in yellow

goodness sakin'

she said hello

must be fakin'

climbing up that corporate ladder

falling down to make a splatter

stuck in traffic singing show tunes

psychopathic

join a commune, comrade

always on the lookout for a crook

outdoing himself

bowing down to gods and demons

trying hard and overreaching

meanwhile I rock a glorified minivan

that's right

knock me out of the game, son

i'm done

i'm fucking done

one more time with feeling, they say

while they just stand in the way

i think i'm going fucking insane

once a day

knock me out of the game

i'm done

i'm fucking over it

i'm fucking done