The Game

Way down, way down

Underneath the garden

Wrapped up in some plastic

That's where you'll find the bones

Of Christopher John Bittner

He was the first slain by my hand

He was the bass player in my band

But I'd had all I could stand

Of the game

Well it started with the little things

He'd make a mess, he'd break his strings

He'd book us gigs and then forget the dates

On practice days he'd seldom show

And by the time he did it was time to go

And in the studio he finally sealed his fate

I put him way down, way down

Underneath the garden

Wrapped up in some plastic

Yea, that's where you'll find the bones

Of Christopher John Bittner

He was the first slain by my hand

He was the bass player in my band

But I'd had all I could stand

Of the game

Well we played on through the summer heat

But Josh could hardly keep the beat

It seems as though he drifted into space

Always upstairs drinking forties

Or outside chasing shorties

I finally had to put him in his place

I put him way down, way down

Underneath my bedroom

Walled up in the basement

That's where you'll find the bones

Of little Joshy Eppard

Not the first slain by my hand

He was the drummer in my band

But I had all I could stand

Of the game

Well I guess that I've gone overboard

Cause as I sit and strum these chords

They sure could use a baseline and a beat

And now the mirror makes me hauled

I realize it's all my fault

It's time to turn these murderous hands on me

And I'll be way down, way down

Underneath the garden

Walled up in the basement

That's where you'll find the bones

Of guys without replacement

I'll be the last slain by my hand

I'm gonna reunite the band

And we'll be in another land

All the same

All the same

All the same

All the same