Lyrics Blondie – The Breaks

The games that we play when we’re drinking
Trophies and rhythms, stars for the higher scores
So long, let the cheaters and words that worked before
I know you’re foolin’ but you’re not foolin’ anyone

Those are the breaks like musical chairs
When you’re last standing, well fair is fair
Those are the breaks, I’ll call your bluf
Overexposure, enough is enough
I don’t want a contest, too many pitfalls
I don’t want your money, stale bread for
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As darts hit the target see the feathers fly
And busted we feelin’, piñata surprise

You can’t play if you’re the middle man
You can’t stay unless you win again

Those are the breaks, I’ll still pull and try
And we’ll toast to freedom, here’s mud in your eye
And those the breaks in love lottery
I’ll still buy your tickets and then we’ll see
What will be, will be, will be