paroles de chanson The Game - Piet Botha

Where is the festival
Where is the song
Gone like mist from the sun
Where is the wine that
Was promised to us
Where we were young

The scandal sheets daily
Shout out the news
Of murder, misfortune and, mayhem
The idols that they build for you
Soon they'll cut down
But that's all part of the Game
All part of the Game

From cathedrals in Rome
To the kingdoms of sand
The holy war just carries on
But power and greed
Has turned it to shame
The high priest they only players
In the Game

Where is the festival
Where is the song
Gone like mist from the sun
Where is the wine that
Was promised to us
Where we were young

The oceans are plundered
The forests are dying
And it's all just for profit, for gain
Third world keeps burning
But the dollar keeps turning
Dead children they only numbers
In the Game

Where is the festival
Where is the song
Gone like mist from the sun
Where is the wine that
Was promised to us
Where we were young

Where is the wine that
Was promised to us
Where we were young