House of Games


I’m looking for tomorrow just to escape today’s grasp
But then it turns into the same trash, play backs
And another plane crash, what the hell is going on
Not content to sell sin, man I know it’s wrong
But it’s easy, what a ouija, run amok with scum that’s sleazy
I wonder what the funds conduct destructive lust for greedy
Must be needing something just a scoatch more
And that content life is just folk lore
So hordes swarm over to score exclusive merchandise
Same as it ever was but brand new, worth it right?
Watching ads sell a fresh batch, the plot’s aggressive
Built to spill and made to break, planned obsolescence
But the watch is freshest, got the swatch and message
And just like obedient dogs we, stop to fetch it
Media clogs arteries, yeah who’s got the Lexus
Cold war redux. Ice, a toxic method

Got to get it, got to got to get more
Got to get it, got to got to score
Got to get it, got to got to get more
Welcome to the game, time to score

And they want you to buy that, why ask
Is it because the new thing is better my ass
So I hit the clearance rack stat and bypass
Cause debt’s a sponsored monster that is born to climb fast
Selling you everything under the sun with climax
A couple bathtubs, that’s love, thigh slaps
Or detailing on a car designed to drive fast
Really designed to keep you chained up with finance
Times hands keep ticking we stick in Iraq
And music’s a distraction, trapped to sign stacks
Promoting drug sales while a mother buys scraps
But we keep repeating slogans getting side tracked
And I know the poison’s tasty, shown in IMAX
Opinion claimed as truth, hard to even find facts
Trapped in a dark cave with all the other blind bats
Odds are the one speaking truth arrives last

Got to get it, got to got to get more
Got to get it, got to got to score
Got to get it, got to got to get more
Welcome to the game, time to score

Forgotten lessons from elders seldom off the record
Playing cut throat sidewalks are chalk infested
Flocks are destined for a legacy of loss that’s wretched
A plot connected to an emptiness of noxious essence
The same way puppeteers can off a reverend, got you guessing
Awful stress liquor never lessen knots intestines
handshakes turn to a proffered weapon, author reddens
And janitors called to clean the scene mop up venom
I’ve said enough, a nemesis coughing phlegm and blood
No idea how to deal with it, we send them up
Judges pay it no mind, holding court at tennis clubs
new jacks turn apprentices for weapons then it’s sludge
The genesis of darker meaner with a shark demeanor
Leaving crimson floods too deep for carpet cleaners
A mentality of starve the weaker, martyred tweaker
With a heart of fever start to wheeze impart the seizure

Got to get it, got to got to get more
Got to get it, got to got to score
Got to get it, got to got to get more
Welcome to the game, time to score