Lyrics

“End Game”

I know your name but I don’t know you.
You’re hell of fame but there’s no one you
You talk so high like it’s down to you.
You act so sly like we all ought to.

End game. End game. Where’s the end to this game?
It always turns out the same.
The bad guys are never to blame.
And the good guys always flame.

You talk of faith, and say we have none
You talk values, and where have ours gone.
You talk down the world like you’re the one.
And swagger around your ill-gotten throne.

End game. End game. Where’s the end to this game?
It always turns out the same.
The bad guys are never to blame.
And the good guys always flame.

You co-opt the morally corrupt.
Decisions with logic so abrupt,
You can’t explain it with just one try.
You act together, but we know you lie.

You justify your means by the result.
You ‘xpect we’ll follow you like Santa’s cult.
How will you profit from the next tumult?
You are the Planet’s greatest living insult.

End game. End game. Where’s the end to this game?
It always turns out the same.
The bad guys are never to blame.
And the good guys always flame.

© 2005 John Gazzano