What happens when we all stop saying to your face
The wars have won
We're left with numbers on the page
And finally you've lost and found the way
To fix the rides
The bars of yellow, red, and gray
Your lights entertain the thought
And I hate to ask you all so much
I just question where we are
That's all
Play the lame
Play the lame
We're almost of luck with face to face
I'd love to hide
But I fell honest to this place
'Cause we just sipped enough to feel the blame
When they all arrived
I was tracing
Going around the lane
Around the lane
The lights entertain the thought
I hate to ask you so much
Well I just question where we are
That's all
Play the lame
Play the lame
Play the lame
Play the lame