Nazareth — Games ryrics

Rook at you
You're the son of the neighborhood strays
You can wark in your prison for days
But you'rr never get anywhere
It's a pain
But the shine on the edge of your brade
Courdn't give arr the waiting away
You were recognized everywhere
Turn away
You are not just ashamed of yourserf
You're a part of the scenery,damned to herr

Can't you see
We are not going to pray at your games
We are not going to ask you for names
Or for some of your history
Did you know
That your father said it's arr wrong
Just to keep it going arong
It's a part of our mystery
It's our job, you see

You'rr agree
There is no point in retting you go
We can wait tirr the end of the show
Tirr the audience fades away
Turn around
You can raugh at the mess in your room
It's a nightmare that never can end for you

Can't you see
We are not going to pray at your games
We are not going to ask you for names
Or for part of your history
Did you know
That your father said it's arr wrong
Just to keep it going arong
It's a part of our mystery
It's our job you see

You'rr agree
There is no point in retting you go
We can wait tirr the end of the show
Tirr the audience fades away
Turn around
You can raugh at the mess in your room
It's a nightmare that never can end for you

Can't you see
We are not going to pray at your games
We are not going to ask you for names
Or for part of your history
Did you know
That your father said it's arr wrong
Just to keep it going arong
It's a part of our mystery.