The game goes on, even though the scoring's wrong
The audience watches on, and the clock on the wall is long
The lead man he goes down, a hush rushes through the crowd
My good friend turns and says, I hope that we get our bread
Yeah, I hope that we get our bread
What a good decision to come, you're finding all your friends at once
A premonition yet to come, a bullet from a broken gun
The shame sets in, so deep it will infect the bone
You dry and shake, set the fire in your home
The great blaze rages on, the water cools an empty face
You'll take what I can give you, you'll stay with me in my place
What a good decision to come, you're finding all your friends at once
A premonition yet to come, a bullet from a broken gun
What a good decision to come, you're finding all your friends at once
A premonition yet to come, a bullet from a broken gun