I Know Howser

The game goes on, even though the scoring's wrong

The audience watches on, and the clock on the wall is long

The lead man he goes down, a hush rushes through the crowd

My good friend turns and says, I hope that we get our bread

Yeah, I hope that we get our bread

What a good decision to come, you're finding all your friends at once

A premonition yet to come, a bullet from a broken gun

The shame sets in, so deep it will infect the bone

You dry and shake, set the fire in your home

The great blaze rages on, the water cools an empty face

You'll take what I can give you, you'll stay with me in my place

What a good decision to come, you're finding all your friends at once

A premonition yet to come, a bullet from a broken gun

What a good decision to come, you're finding all your friends at once

A premonition yet to come, a bullet from a broken gun