Razor The Game Lyrics

Decibels Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Decibels
  • 2 Jimi the Fly
  • 3 Life Sentence
  • 4 Liar
  • 5 The Game
  • 6 Great White Lie
  • 7 Open Hostility
  • 8 Ninedead
  • 9 Goof Soup
  • 10 Violence... Gun Control
  • 11 Instant Death (1997 version)
  • "Good evening sports fans and welcome to what should
    Prove to be the best game of the year.
    Hello everyone, I'm johnny bigmouth, welcoming you to
    The final game of the world championship.

    We're expecting to see one helluva game tonight,
    There's no love lost between these two teams.
    Each drawing endless amounts of penalties:
    We've had fights, cheap shots, name calling - everything we could ask for...

    So now, we take you live and play... the game".
    You gave it your all, you gave all you've got
    You reached for the limit, you pushed till you dropped
    You scratched and you clawed, you spilled out your guts

    You gave them your oath and you signed it in blood
    Bent over backwards, your body is sore
    You gave them your life but they still wanted more
    You carry the load, you dig deep inside

    Blood, sweat and tears till the day that you die
    The game... betrayed
    This is how you get repaid
    They're playing with your mind, they're playing with your head

    How do you like your meal when you're being force fed
    This is how you get repaid... the game
    You crash and you burn, you've stood at the top
    You faced all the pressure and took the cheap shots

    Your body keeps dying, wealth is the gain
    You fought all the battles and played through the pain
    You scratch at the scabs, you swear when you bleed
    You laughed at the stitches and lost your front teeth

    Go through the therapy, break all your bones
    Then comes the trade, you buy/sell your home
    "Oh my... what a hit! did you see that? unbelievable...
    That's gotta hurt. The abuse this boy takes night after night,

    And he's still putting on quite a show for the fans.
    This guy is worth every penny he makes... I tell ya... that's gotta hurt..."
    You talk of the glories and memories gone past
    A brilliant career though it could never last

    You're down and you're bitter, your rings are in hock
    There's pins in your knees and you limp when you walk
    You take all the pills, make the pain go away
    You've lost all your wealth but your agent's ok

    Your children have left you, your wife did the same
    Look what it got you, but man he could sure play the game

    Written by: Alyssa Reid, James Appleby, Jason Quenneville, Jesse Howard Labelle
    Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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