I Don’t Wanna Play That Game

 

 

Dutch ovens after mushy peas

Beneath the Sword of Damocles

Pox roulette with STD’s

I don’t wanna play that game

The way you try to tempt and tease

Then crush my bones between your knees

And cackle at my whimpering pleas

I don’t wanna play that game

Pocket billiards just seems tame

Rack ‘em up to start the frame

Chalk mi cue, thanks all the same

I don’t wanna play that game

 

Pass the parcel, ticking bomb

True bravado, fake aplomb

Will you miss me, when I’m gone

I don’t wanna play that game

Knock down Ginger on the intercom

Over the top with the ex non-com

Hide and seek, we can’t find Tom

I don’t wanna play that game

Husky Fusky Finger or Thumb

Ok, till the fat boys come

To break my back and still my tongue

I don’t wanna play that game

 

A murder mystery weekend break

Confessions of a past mistake

Of what is true and what is fake

I don’t wanna play that game

Then back at home, just you and me

And broken toothed reality

With lies of how things used to be

It was really just the same

Chinese whispers, French charades

Cheats who steal your hearts at cards

And don’t accept the blame

 

I don’t wanna play that game