Games Lyrics - Nazareth

Look at you 

You're the son of the neighborhood strays 

You can walk in your prison for days 

But you'll never get anywhere 

It's a pain 

But the shine on the edge of your blade 

Couldn't give all the waiting away 

You were recognized everywhere 

Turn away 

You are not just ashamed of yourself 

You're a part of the scenery,damned to hell 

Can't 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 it's all wrong 

Just to keep it going along 

It's a part of our mystery 

It's our job, you see 

You'll 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 

It's a nightmare that never can end for you 

Can't 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 it's all wrong 

Just to keep it going along 

It's a part of our mystery 

It's our job you see 

You'll 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 

It's a nightmare that never can end for you 

Can't 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 it's all wrong 

Just to keep it going along 

It's a part of our mystery. 

(written by nazareth) 

Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited 

All rights reserved. 

Lyrics used by permission 

Reproduction prohibited