Letra Games de Nazareth original

Look at you
Youre the son of the neighborhood strays
You can walk in your prison for days
But youll never get anywhere
Its a pain
But the shine on the edge of your blade
Couldnt give all the waiting away
You were recognized everywhere
Turn away
You are not just ashamed of yourself
Youre a part of the scenery,damned to hell

Cant 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 its all wrong
Just to keep it going along
Its a part of our mystery
Its our job, you see

Youll 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
Its a nightmare that never can end for you

Cant 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 its all wrong
Just to keep it going along
Its a part of our mystery
Its our job you see

Youll 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
Its a nightmare that never can end for you

Cant 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 its all wrong
Just to keep it going along
Its a part of our mystery.

(written by nazareth)
Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited
All rights reserved.
Lyrics used by permission
Reproduction prohibited