Boys in Their Games Lyrics

Sleep tight, healthy, wealthy, wise.
Uptight, I can't close my eyes.
A chemical haze, lights in the sky.
Something's making the rabbits cry.
The ladder to fame, boys in their games.
And I don't know why, don't know why.

Payday for the ones who dare -
Strange ways of the entrepreneur.
A choke in the smoke, a sting in the eye,
Burning the wings of a butterfly,
Fanning the flames, boys in their games.
And I don't know why, don't know why.

Nose dive into make believe.
Landslide into victory.
Allaying the fear, trashing the doubt –
The power that blew its own fuses out.
Denying the blame, boys in their games.
And I don't know why, don't know why.

Peepshow – anyone you know? Soho –
There's the new Bardot.
Pushing the march to make the boys sigh.
An honest mistake for an alibi.
Pantomime dames, boys in their games.
And I don't know why, don't know why.
And I don't know why, don't know why.
No, no, no I don't know why, don't know why.

Words and music copyright Graham Trust