Games
© 1998 Wave Records, All Rights Reserved, Published by Cleo Wave Music, BMI
(Words and Music by C. Rossbach)

I’ve been on the road to self-destruction
I’ve been on the road to hell and back
I’ve got blood on my fingers
And mud on my boots
I’m a homemade bomb running out on the loose
I’ve got motive and an alibi
I’m on to the killer, watch him run and hide
I’ve got big expectations
And a weird situation
I’m part of the problem on the wave outside
Games we will play
You’d be wise to stay away
Games we will play
That’s right
I’ve been on the road to self-destruction
I’ve been on the road to hell and back
I’ve got blood on my fingers
And mud on my boots
I’m a homemade bomb running out on the loose
Games we will play
You’d be wise to stay away
Give me the third degree
And then they ask me for the killer that went for free
But they still sent me to the penitentiary
And now I’m waiting for the man to come for me
Never took it big on the chin in my day
But my body stays hard with the wind in my face
Homey don’t play where the big boys play anymore, anymore
They keep settling the score
Fee fi fo fum, thy kingdom come thy will be done
Hip-hop doo rap, wrap me up in plastic wrap
Steep slope overdose, why you wanna verbose
When no one really gives a damn about it anyway