Ladies and gentlemen, let’s play some games with the dumb
The gullible are easier to keep under thumb
We’ll declare you irrelevant, you’ll never be wise
Because we aren’t even sure which ones are the lies
Let’s feed the little people with little sound bites
Dream up some scandals and pick a fight
Get the base riled up and get the people so mad
They won’t even notice how they got it so bad
We’re tired of the games you play with our lives
We’ve got the plates and you’ve got all the knives
And if we all stepped up we could give you all the boot
But we wouldn’t want you to rip a hole in your suit
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s play some games with the cheddar Let’s change the rules and make profit unfettered
Got stocks in our pockets and investors too
Artificially inflate, revalue, and who knew?
We can create profits out of thin air!
And the money is really there, really, we swear!
But as long as we’re all playing on this pitch
We might as well get each other filthy rich
We’re tired of the games you play with our lives
We’ve got the plates and you’ve got all the knives
And if you reached even further you could grab more loot But we wouldn’t want you to rip a hole in your suit
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s play some games with the weak
We’ll uplift the rich and destroy the meek
Our ratings are in the basement but we don’t care
Because we are the creators of balanced and fair
We can use humanity’s instinctual fear
To keep different away and what’s familiar, near
If we keep them afraid, they’ll fall right in line
Even though we never had their interests in mind
We’re tired of the games you play with our lives
We’ve got the plates and you’ve got all the knives
You could prance around like a piper with his flute
But we wouldn’t want you to rip a hole in your suit
Ladies and gentlemen, let’s play some games with the world
Let the drums be heard and the flags unfurl
Let’s put the young and impressionable on the front lines
And in our cozy war rooms, we’ll have good time
We’ll destroy and maim from behind a computer
They’re really not people, it’s just a first person shooter
We can make the world hate us, make perpetual war
Because we don’t remember what we’re fighting for
We’re tired of the games you play with our lives
We’ve got the plates and you’ve got all the knives
And if we all had shovels we’d dig you up by your root
But we wouldn’t want you to rip a hole in your suit
Brain Rapp’s recent album deals with the ups and downs of real life: health scares, bad breakups and newfound love. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2017