Game of Pricks
I've waited too long to have you
Hide in the back of me
I've cheated so long I wonder
How you keep track of me
You can never be strong
You can only be free
I've never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
I've entered a game of pricks
With knives in the back of me
Can't call you or on you no more
While they're attacking me
I'll climb up on the house
Weep to water the trees
And when you come calling me down
I'll put on my disease
You can never be strong
You can only be free
I've never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
I've never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
I've never asked for the truth
But you owe that to me
Writer/s: Guided by Voices / Robert Pollard
