Текст, перевод и аккорды “Games”
- 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 Reproduction prohibited
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