Текст песни Nazareth - Games
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Look at youYoure the son of the neighborhood straysYou can walk in your prison for daysBut youll never get anywhereIts a painBut the shine on the edge of your bladeCouldnt give all the waiting awayYou were recognized everywhereTurn awayYou are not just ashamed of yourselfYoure a part of the scenery,damned to hellCant you seeWe are not going to play at your gamesWe are not going to ask you for namesOr for some of your historyDid you knowThat your father said its all wrongJust to keep it going alongIts a part of our mysteryIts our job, you seeYoull agreeThere is no point in letting you goWe can wait till the end of the showTill the audience fades awayTurn aroundYou can laugh at the mess in your roomIts a nightmare that never can end for youCant you seeWe are not going to play at your gamesWe are not going to ask you for namesOr for part of your historyDid you knowThat your father said its all wrongJust to keep it going alongIts a part of our mysteryIts our job you seeYoull agreeThere is no point in letting you goWe can wait till the end of the showTill the audience fades awayTurn aroundYou can laugh at the mess in your roomIts a nightmare that never can end for youCant you seeWe are not going to play at your gamesWe are not going to ask you for namesOr for part of your historyDid you knowThat your father said its all wrongJust to keep it going alongIts a part of our mystery.(written by nazareth)Copyright 1982 fool circle music limitedAll rights reserved.Lyrics used by permissionReproduction prohibited