The Game Songtext
von Rodeo Massacre

My world is made of a glass jar that you′re keeping me in
So you can watch me
And you trap a fly for every day you hate what you see
In the mirror

Went in for your neck
Waited for the best bet
In your jugular
When the blood spills down
I went in for your neck
Waited for the best bet
In your jugular
Well I ain't gonna come second


Lick it up
Lick it up
Lick it up
Lick it up
Lick it up
Lick it up
Lick it up
Lick it

I find release when I fall on my feet again
And then you pick me up
So come and hate me
Well I know what you used to say
But the feelings are gone
Gone now forever

Went in for your neck
Waited for the best bet
In your jugular
When the blood spills down
I went in for your neck
Waited for the best bet
In your jugular
Well I ain′t gonna come second


I ain't gonna come
I ain't gonna come second
I ain′t gonna come
I ain′t gonna come second
I ain't gonna come
I ain′t gonna come second

Waited for the best bet
Waited for the best bet
Waited for the best bet
Waited for the best bet
Waited for the best bet
Waited for the best bet
Waited for the best bet

Waited for the best blue bottle
Blue bottle
Lick it up
Lick it up
Blue bottle
Lick it up
Lick it up
Blue bottle
Lick it up
Lick it up

Blue bottle