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Wrong Game
They will stare at me dumbfounded and hysterical
Puffing on a dead cigarette, yearning for deliverance
They will mutter and sputter in haughty murmurs
Though I stand higher, and higher
Lukewarm coffee on my breath
Peaceful looming of imminent death
I stand strong and they protest
They'll make a plea for my fall
Ladies, gentlemen, this is not it at all
You hysterics will fail the test
And though He wields his big stick around my skull
Puffing on a dead cigarette
I shall remain confident, I shall pay my debt
Though he stands higher, and higher
And though the autumn grows bleak and dull
Littered in cigarette butts, bitter, hysterical, and whatnot
The future's mine and they know it
The ladies, gentlemen, the know-it-all
Mutter and sputter, and scheme my fall
But I laugh at them and I stand tall, as always
Puffing on a dead cigarette, as always
A grin on my face
They want to win the race
But they play the wrong game, that's all
Puffing on a dead cigarette, yearning for deliverance
They will mutter and sputter in haughty murmurs
Though I stand higher, and higher
Lukewarm coffee on my breath
Peaceful looming of imminent death
I stand strong and they protest
They'll make a plea for my fall
Ladies, gentlemen, this is not it at all
You hysterics will fail the test
And though He wields his big stick around my skull
Puffing on a dead cigarette
I shall remain confident, I shall pay my debt
Though he stands higher, and higher
And though the autumn grows bleak and dull
Littered in cigarette butts, bitter, hysterical, and whatnot
The future's mine and they know it
The ladies, gentlemen, the know-it-all
Mutter and sputter, and scheme my fall
But I laugh at them and I stand tall, as always
Puffing on a dead cigarette, as always
A grin on my face
They want to win the race
But they play the wrong game, that's all
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