Game Is Played

So, tell me what it's like to be a mad man
So, tell me about the things of the insane
Is it all that different from what I'm feeling
I haven't felt this way since yesterday

I feel sorry for you, you're goin' down
I feel sorry for you, take him away
In a straight jacket
I guess you don't know how the game is played

Tell me why you started on the needle
You told me you could never get too high
So, I'll just take another shot of whiskey
It's so easy to feel good when you die.

You won't disguise it in the sun
You can't hide it if you run
A mad man with a gun
A junkie having fun

Better be careful what you pick up, baby
It might just weigh a ton.
When you're tired of sleeping on the floor
It won't be me around to pick you up no more.

A mad man having fun
A junkie with a gun
Better be careful what you pick up baby
It just might weigh a ton.