He fights for his own environment

And never never to repress his whims

Right is what he thinks he does for others

Wrong is what he thinks they do to him

He plays the game

He plays the game so well

He plays the game

He plays the game so well

He smiles when it buys him favors

Gives money when he knows he's watched

Gives love when he wants love returned

Looks cordial when he knows he's not

He plays the game

He plays the game so well

He plays the game

He plays the game so well

Silent assassin to the puritan ethic

Trigger finger on a shaky gun

His life floats between attainment

And death wish

Though well kissed by the lips of fun

He plays the game

He plays the game so well

He plays the game

He plays the game so well

He plays the game

He plays the game so well

He plays the game

He plays the game so well

He plays the game