L'ARP

Go Stop and think it through They're gonna blame you for their war And hang you for sure It's freezing over Let your feet drift in the outhouse But not a day over, whatever It's a gut shot, you know The thought of losing it Keep calm, carry on You little live, laugh motherfucker You treat her like a pageant mom Peed in her garbage Sleep in, stay out Hang by your ankles if you wanna You treat her like an atom bomb How do you spell it now? We're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game Put it first or put it down Softly in the ground We're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game Put it first or put it down Softly in the ground On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on Going back there Getting to work They always said that it couldn't last But hey, the day remains We're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game Going back there Getting to work They always said that it couldn't last But hey, the day remains We're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game We're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game Put it first or put it down Softly in the ground We're playing, we're playing a game It's like we're playing, we're playing a game Put it first or put it down Softly in the ground On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on On and on and on