loved me Failing to lay it on the line All the time The games of gettin' money The game of gettin' more The ego game of power The ugly game of war kills
Words and music by Stephen Stills Can you stop your instincts Can you man your thought control, sir? Will you give the last command Or lie to a good soldier
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. War Games.
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. Games.
enough to look into her eyes There's something special right behind the bitterness she hides And you're fair game You'll never know what she'll decide You're fair game
what to do Or maybe I'm singing about you Who knows It's incredibly sick, you can feel it As across the land it flows Prejudice is slick when it's a word game
Translation: Crosby, Still, Nash Young. Fair Game.
close enough to look into her eyes There's something special right behind the bitterness she hides And you're fair game You'll never know what she'll decide You're fair game
