Nazareth - Games (1982) | Текст песни

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• Nazareth
• Games (1982)

Look at you

Youre the son of the neighborhood strays

You can walk in your prison for days

But youll never get anywhere

Its a pain

But the shine on the edge of your blade

Couldnt give all the waiting away

You were recognized everywhere

Turn away

You are not just ashamed of yourself

Youre a part of the scenery,damned to hell

Cant you see

We are not going to play at your games

We are not going to ask you for names

Or for some of your history

Did you know

That your father said its all wrong

Just to keep it going along

Its a part of our mystery

Its our job, you see

Youll agree

There is no point in letting you go

We can wait till the end of the show

Till the audience fades away

Turn around

You can laugh at the mess in your room

Its a nightmare that never can end for you

Cant you see

We are not going to play at your games

We are not going to ask you for names

Or for part of your history

Did you know

That your father said its all wrong

Just to keep it going along

Its a part of our mystery

Its our job you see

Youll agree

There is no point in letting you go

We can wait till the end of the show

Till the audience fades away

Turn around

You can laugh at the mess in your room

Its a nightmare that never can end for you

Cant you see

We are not going to play at your games

We are not going to ask you for names

Or for part of your history

Did you know

That your father said its all wrong

Just to keep it going along

Its a part of our mystery.

(written by nazareth)

Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited

All rights reserved.

Lyrics used by permission

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