Reverend & The Makers Play Me
You keep harping on while I'm your strings
To bend, contort, hold down and everything
When I'm no longer of use to you
You'll pack me in for someone new
You keep harping on, while I get played
Though pointless we maintain this masquerade
My replacements waiting in the wings
But you're my harp and I'm your strings
I want you to play me
Like you did before
Why don't you play me?
Play me like you used to do before
You seem to want to bend me 'til I break
I'm dragged behind you, trailing in your wake
Though old and battered, worn and bruised
I'll still play my song for you
If you'd just play me
Like you did before
Why don't you play me?
Play me like you used to do before
Why don't you play me
Like you did before?
If you'd just play me
Play me like you used to do before
