So we all sit and play this game,
Its always the same but never has a name,
We kick and fuss, and scream and shout,
And in the end it never turns out.
So we kick and fuss, and throw ourselves about,
Like children over toys, or teenage girls over boys.
And all for what? And what all for?
This is the same game that never has a name.
But we'll play it til we're all tired out upon the floor.
The end will come and no one will have won.
Some will smirk, and others will pout.
But when all's said and all's done,
We'll all be losers, so I guess we'll all be number one.
This is the game that's always the same, it has no name, and has no aim.
