Hate To Love This Game - (Me, a guitar, a wild story)
Hate To Love This Game (Me, a guitar, a wild story)
Written and, Performed by Doug Jackson ©
It’s all too far extreme
a monster by design
Not a real bad dream
just playin’ in my mind
Death-whore’s the game
and, every kill’s a crime
In a war that no one claims
but, it’s playin’ all the time
I hate to love this game
No memory left at all
of the moment I fell in
This pit of serpent protocol
to die if I don’t win
Faces haunt my sleep
not a single one my friend
This game is just too deep
and, it never has an end
I hate to love this game
I curse my granite heart
for the day that I became
Satisfied to tear apart
every player in this game
No matter who gets dead
or, who gets out the same
I’m just one step ahead
of a bullet with my name
I hate to love this game
Chorus
I hate this game so much
I’d buy tickets just to play
Someone‘s time is always up
and, I play it every day
Truth is hidden in the dark
And, covered by disguise
Whoever gets the mark
There’s no place safe to hide
I hate to love this game
A silencer, a smoke line
chalk white when I’m through
The Reaper’s always close behind
He follows every move
I’m dead if I get caught
so, I live by just one rule
Use anything I got
and, kill before they do
I hate to love this game
My life is incomplete
I’m a shadow in-between
Always sweatin’ different sheets
to cover where I been
Every day’s a nightmare
my brain's about to scream
Death is lurking everywhere
and, nothin’s what it seems
I hate to love this game
Chorus
I hate this game so much
I’d buy tickets just to play
Someone‘s time is always up
and, I play it every day
Truth is hidden in the dark
and, covered by disguise
Whoever gets the mark
There’s no place safe to hide
I hate to love this game
Stories in the headlines
they never tell the truth
Ghost-like dagger serpentines
no one knows what they do
Players start the show
Pawns all start to move
They come & go & noone knows
who is really who
I hate to love this game
Now, everything about this game
is just so really wrong
A virus of the mind to blame
but, I've known it all along
Always one more turn to come
it’s just the same old song
The simple truth is no one
really wants it to be gone
I hate to love this game
Finale’
They thought they made a worker
But, they bought a killer bee
My instinct is to kill and cure
Whatever’s buggin’ me
Now, I know the player’s names
who took my soul to sell
I’m comin’ back to end their game
And, send them straight to hell
I hate to love this game
I hate to love this game
I hate to love this game
