we really care Games, oh ee oh, ohh, games, games, games, games, games Games, oh ee oh, ohh, games, games, games, games, games Games Yeah, people keep
[Intro / Chorus: John-John: repeat 2X] Turn up the boombox, put on your hightops Come on outside, today's gon' be the day we Start livin in the new worrrld
. So darling please be kind. Before you take it all, and I make that final fall. You've got to keep in mind I'm a new fool at an old game. A kid out
the end of a pale afternoon And the dogs are all worn out And the horses all lame Oh the hunters they're hunted At the end of the game Our
sake your body thats it fool i put hidrles in my ride you f*cking people you dont mas with me am not a super man to give to a icecram go and call you
last name Like an idiot animal Too stupid to shame Got a brand new game Got a brand new, brand new game Got a brand new game Got a brand new game Ape
The time has come for colds and overcoats We're quiet on the ride we're all just waiting to get home Another week away, my greatest fear I need the smell
Lips bleed from the rings All these little bruises, the little things That provoke the segregation Lead the separation Cage and clip the wings Little
Hold me back and hold me down Hold me close then push me around Beat me up, beat me down to the ground I'm sure I deserved it Left my world, left me
Lie I'm a fish out of water Kill me and choke on the bones Nothing seems to matter anymore Gotta get back to the reason Gotta get back to the hole Someone
it your way You've left us all behind riddled with deception Pepper us with lime, have it your way Welcome to the new way The new world order part two
time, every day Every fuckin' second get away Same ol' problems, same ol' days Same ol' story, same ol' games Same ol' problems, same ol' days Same ol' story, same ol' games
me, the blood lust and beating Just wanna play, just wanna play a new I just wanna play (Just wanna play) I just wanna play a game A new game You meant
me, feeling so empty The guilt I swallow Carve the line, skin the face Stare through me We'll leave you hollow, hollow Assembly of the militant What are you in our game
My heart is beating but the soul has died My body's breathing beneath catatonic eyes The blood is flowing, set it free for demise I've lost my balance
can own you, control you Own, buy, sell out Own, buy, sell out Everyday there's something new to try Everyday there's something new to buy Everyday there's a new
My legs are weary but I still walk My hands are sore and broken but I still clutch My heart is jaded but I still love My cup is empty but I still pour
neighbors to squawk, It's the oldest established permanent floating crap game in New Yawk. Where's the action? Where's the game? Gotta have the game
