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