Look at you
  You're the son of the neighborhood strays
  You can walk in your prison for days
  But you'll never get anywhere
  It's a pain
  But the shine on the edge of your blade
  Couldn't give all the waiting away
  You were recognized everywhere
  Turn away
  You are not just ashamed of yourself
  You're a part of the scenery,damned to hell
    Can't you see
  We are not going to play 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 all wrong
  Just to keep it going along
  It's a part of our mystery
  It's our job, you see
    You'll agree
  There is no point in letting you go
  We can wait till the end of the show
  Till the audience fades away
  Turn around
  You can laugh 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 play 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 all wrong
  Just to keep it going along
  It's a part of our mystery
  It's our job you see
  
  You'll agree
  There is no point in letting you go
  We can wait till the end of the show
  Till the audience fades away
  Turn around
  You can laugh 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 play 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 all wrong
  Just to keep it going along
  It's a part of our mystery.
      (written by Nazareth)
  copyright 1982 Fool Circle Music Limited
  all rights reserved.
  lyrics used by permission
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