Testo 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 rustlin’
Like an empty bag of crisps 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-ohhh!

Don't you grow to that death mentality
To that look but never see
To that old monotony All the knives are out
All the smiles are out
And the light just muscles in
And you keep your eyes apart
And you feel yourself [drip?]
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-ohhh!