NAZARETH “Games“

“Games“ Look at you You’re the son of the neighborhood strays You can walk in your prison for days But you’ll never get anywhere It’s a pain But the shine on the edge of your blade Couldn’t give all the waiting away You were recognized everywhere Turn away You are not just ashamed of yourself You’re a part of the scenery,damned to hell Can’t you see We are not going to play at your games We are not going to ask you for names Or for some o