Game Theory You Drive
All over El Cerrito hair gets combed in tangles down
And every radio's aligned onto the finest sound
Look out for love lost when the lights are changing
All last year's cassettes together melted on the ground
All over London, England young lines take the old lines on
The weight of never making any difference almost gone
But it's a headache being right when everybody waits
To jump on you the first time that you're wrong
Across the nation every sports bar turns the pre-game on
And every regular is sneering like we don't belong
No it's not true I played a lot of baseball in my younger days
One day the diamonds were all gone
The notices I never thought would be sent out have arrived
The notices I never thought would be sent out have arrived
Why can't we throw them in the faces that say we may not survive?
Why can't we cruise the night alive?
You drive