Perfect Game Songtext
von Thompson Twins

Somebody′s crying now, his head is full of pain
Take him to the building where they're playing the perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
He′s standing at the window to watch the falling rain
No matter how he sees it, the view remains the same
Perfect game, perfect game

They don't know what to call him, he doesn't have a name
But they still know how to force him to keep playing the perfect game

Set of perfect criminals, it′s hard to criticize
When you′re watching the perfect crime through a pair of perfect eyes
Perfect eyes, perfect eyes
And everybody else is simply wondering why we came
Maybe it's because we′re all playing the perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game

They don't know what to call us, ′cause we don't have a name
But they still know how to force us to keep playing the perfect game


So if you want to find out why they call someone insane
Just sit inside the building where they′re playing the perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game

They won't know what to call you, 'cause you won′t have a name
But they still know how to force you to keep playing the perfect game

Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game, perfect game
Perfect game