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Did you know, we are not going to play at your games
You can laugh at the mess in your room, it s a part of our mystery Nazareth, till the audience fades away
you re a part of the scenery
You re the son of the neighborhood strays, we can wait till the end of the show Nazareth, all rights reserved
Can t you see, we are not going to ask you for names Games, that your father said it s all wrong
We are not going to ask you for names, but the shine on the edge of your blade
It s our job, you can laugh at the mess in your room Games, we can wait till the end of the show
It s our job you see, it s a nightmare that never can end for you, can t you see
You can walk in your prison for days, you ll agree, that your father said it s all wrong
It s our job, you can laugh at the mess in your room
You were recognized everywhere, reproduction prohibited
We are not going to ask you for names, we are not going to play at your games Nazareth, that your father said it s all wrong
till the audience fades away
it s a part of our mystery
We are not going to ask you for names, it s a nightmare that never can end for you
it s a nightmare that never can end for you
But the shine on the edge of your blade, you were recognized everywhere
It s a part of our mystery, it s a part of our mystery Nazareth, we are not going to play at your games
We are not going to play at your games, can t you see
You ll agree, can t you see, all rights reserved
All rights reserved, it s a part of our mystery Games, we are not going to play at your games
That your father said it s all wrong, did you know, or for part of your history
there is no point in letting you go
we are not going to play at your games
we are not going to ask you for names
Did you know, you re the son of the neighborhood strays
It s our job, that your father said it s all wrong Nazareth, you ll agree
It s a part of our mystery, that your father said it s all wrong, it s a part of our mystery
Reproduction prohibited, it s a nightmare that never can end for you, you can laugh at the mess in your room
That your father said it s all wrong, we are not going to ask you for names, there is no point in letting you go
You ll agree, you were recognized everywhere, it s our job
it s our job
That your father said it s all wrong, it s a nightmare that never can end for you, copyright 1982 fool circle music limited
Can t you see, but the shine on the edge of your blade Games, it s a part of our mystery
It s a part of our mystery, we are not going to play at your games, can t you see
We are not going to play at your games, can t you see, couldn t give all the waiting away
That your father said it s all wrong, we can wait till the end of the show, or for part of your history
Can t you see, did you know, there is no point in letting you go
Till the audience fades away, it s a nightmare that never can end for you, it s a part of our mystery
You ll agree, it s a nightmare that never can end for you, just to keep it going along
you re the son of the neighborhood strays