Playing For Keeps

You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young

Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongues

And if you're proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill, well

I bet it stings to give up everything and realize that they don't want you

It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company

Whoa-oh-oh-ow

It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be

Have you found that your admiration will never set you free?

Get your lies prepared, you're next in line for judgement day, now

Aren't you praying, aren't you begging that you're anyone else?

It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company

Whoa-oh-oh-ow

It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

Well, I bet you're sorry now

You did this to yourself

Well, I bet you're sorry now

Well, aren't you sorry now?

It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company

Whoa-oh-oh-ow

It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps

It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery finds its company

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

It's a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow

You prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young

Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of their tongue