He Plays the Game Songtext
von Mark Heard

He fights for his own environment
And never, never to repress his whims
Right is what he thinks he does for others
Wrong is what he thinks they do to him


He plays the game
He plays the game so well
He plays the game
He plays the game so well

He smiles when it buys him favors
Gives money when he knows he′s watched
Gives love when he wants love returned
Looks cordial when he knows he's not

Silent assassin to the puritan ethic
Trigger finger on a shaky gun
His life floats between attainment and death-wish
Though well-kissed by the lips of fun