The Breaks - Blondie

The games that we play, when we’re drinking
Truffles on rhythms, stars for the higher scores
So long, let the cheaters and words that worked before
I know you’re foolin’, but you’re not foolin’ anyone

[?] all the breaks, like musical chairs
When you’re last standing, well, fair is fair
[?] all the breaks, I’ll call your bluf
Overexposure, enough is enough
I don’t want a contest, too many pitfalls
I don’t want your money, stale bread for vanquails
As darts hit the target, see the feathers fly
And busted we feelin’, a piñata surprise

You can’t play, if you’re the middle man
You can’t stay, unless you win again

[?] on the breaks, and still pull a try
We’ll toast to freedom, here’s mud in your eye
[?] on the breaks, and love lottery
I’ll still buy you tickets and then we’ll see
What will be, will be, will be

Photo source 45cat

Lyrics added by Thomas B. Watts