Judge em on the up, It's bound to be bad luck Instantly running to survive, You judge a man by the risk he his faith and place himself Up in the dreamscape, Free from the The flesh trap him, The will tap him And these lights look bright in the And one day might be his city He got more than Luther King, The of peace mightÿ do for him But some get by keeping the peace, In easy reach and quick to squeeze
The role takes a of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ at the stolen youth, The egg, the and the golden goose. The takes a hold of you, Becomes the of you, looking at the stolen youth, The egg, the and the golden goose.
Honour among is the talk of a fool The only is the talk of your tool Decent people just stand by watching Disbelieving it's not him How does the madness last How long is a of string better off being mad as a... And then you wont to face a thing Run and hide a french to chaos Standing firm and for the pay off These areÿ those of days it aint no use in being afraid
The game played cuts strings it's rules The game played here has a couple of The is life, the painÿ is death It's plain as life, plain as breath
The role a hold of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ looking at the youth, The egg, the clucker and the goose. The takes a hold of you, Becomes the of you, You'reÿ at the stolen youth, The egg, the and the golden goose.