Game of Soldiers

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lyrics

Ben Black:

The Grand Canyon fanjita should have been a clue that she was a man eater.
And your mates said "Listen man, leave her.
Everybody knows she's a damn cheater."
But your eyes, you would cover them up.
Swear it was all about busting a nut
The one month later you're in love with a slut.
Now that's how the fuck you get stuck in a rut.
Now you're in a dark place like Garth Marenghi
And the chit chat ain't half as friendly
And she gets back so late at night. That's not behaving right.
You need to check your girl,
'Cause she's a bleedin' wrong 'un,
Bumping and grinding these geezers and flipping leaching off 'em.
And that's scary stuff, you're so nervous,
Yeah she's buff but is she worth it?
Fair enough, yeah no one's perfect
But you're a good bloke mate, you don't deserve this.
You need to kick that chick to the kerb.
Say how you feel without mincing your words.
And when you plainly told her the charade is over
You can say fuck this, fuck this for a game of soldiers.

When the world is dragging you down.
And your girl is shagging around.
When the boss is giving you grief.
'Til you feel like gritting your teeth and saying:

Fuck this for a game of soldiers,
Nah nah, fuck this for a game of soldiers (repeat x 8)

Man fuck this for a laugh, I spit from the heart
But I thought that they wouldn't get the gist of the art,
I got a little deterred by the looks and smirking
At me like I'm a berk but I put the work in.
All of the evenings, all of the weekends, all of my days off.
All of the speech that I pour on the beats and I pray that it pays off.
(Off, off, off, off) Am I off my nut?
I gotta hit the gym, work off my gut.
Man I gotta get in shape for the main event,
Gotta get them trainers and pay the rent. (What?).
But that's all of my wages spent,
So I'm giving up food and it ain't for lent
And it ain't for Ramadan, I paint a panoramic self portrait
Of a wasted talent, damn!
I could've been a contender, but I guess I had a different agenda.
And as a kid I remember,
This rap shit was 'sposed to be a doss.
Money and fame man I couldn't give a toss,
Now it's like "get money at all costs".
Just got a nod from the boss, so I followed him
To his office, to get a bollockin'.
Can you believe this friggin' fool?
Talking to me like I'm in friggin' school?
So I figure I'll just ditch it all, make better use of my talents.
But then I recalled my bank balance was overdrawn,
so I smiled and I rode the storm.
But I knew in the back of my mind that when I'm paid to rhyme
He'll get a punch in his face next time you speak to me like that you cunt.

When the world is dragging you down.
And your girl is shagging around.
When the boss is giving you grief.
'Til you feel like gritting your teeth and saying:

Fuck this for a game of soldiers,
Nah nah, fuck this for a game of soldiers (repeat x 8)

When the world is dragging you down.
And your girl is shagging around.
When the boss is giving you grief.
'Til you feel like gritting your teeth and saying...

credits

from Prolusion Plus, released May 3, 2010
Ben Black (the beat, the rhymes); Chantelle (the background singing)

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