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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 â
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 â anyone you know? Soho â
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
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