The Game Follow

Waiting days for the twenty two
Come on, we'll grab a chariot
Come on, we'll write a soundtrack

Quarter til two, the night's ending
We stand where no Romans dared to stand
Shut up, you might sink ships
Shut up, you'll lose your gold tooth

We'll testify and we will declare
Daydreams pile up on the interstate where
The arch there is still a square
And we'll jump if you dare
But please don't dare us

You said, that you were loaded
I know, 'cause I think I was loaded too
Come on, we'll wait for holidays
Come on, we'll curse our weekdays

One dollar, well, sings the chorus
Something a little, little bigger than small
Shut up, the kids make out
Shut up and watch the world spin

God damn the commies wherever they are
We need someone to blame for closing this bar
And the neon fades like a star
And we'll wish on that star
The week goes faster

The conversation ends
And the drugs start to fade
On the palm, deserts drift
Martians parade and
They will attack and we'll laugh

It's alright, it's okay
It don't matter today
It's all easy, it's cool

It's alright, it's okay
It don't matter tonight
It's all easy

Waiting days for the twenty two
Come on, we'll grab a chariot