The Game

Run on home
Passed the empty office space
In the half-filled business park
That's where you first saw the place
And the lights went down
And the lights went down
And the night was rustling
Like an empty bag of tricks
And the song still on your lips
Like a song on the radio
Like a song on the radio
Let it all go out

Oh, yeah
That's the game!
Life's hard but I can't complain
Oh, yeah
That's the game!
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Don't you grow to that damp mentality
To that one but never see
To that old monotony
All the knives are out
All the smiles are out
And the land just muscles in
And you keep your eyes apart
And you feel yourself drift past
Like the songs on the radio
Like the songs on the radio
Let it all go out

Oh, yeah
That's the game!
Life's hard but I can't complain
Oh, yeah
That's the game!
Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh, yeah
That's the game!
Life's hard but I can't complain
Oh, yeah
That's the game!
Oh-oh-oh-oh