Lletres: Pete Townshend. Praying The Game.

Sitting in clouds of air, playing with no one's there
Holding your head to the sky in there
Swinging the smoke around, cross like in Heaven bound
Hot line is cut up, because your bills all paid

Praying the game you play, sin is from sin's to say
One minute here again, out of your brain
Playing the praying game, stay away from them
Keeping out on the reign, praying the game

And it's all the loser starts
As your hurting all together
Are you really getting threw

Would you be wrong to sing and dance?
Life goes on forever
Understanding isn't really new

I am a fool you claim, we are one all the same
Then you surrender, and the case is closed
Guess, you ride innocence, I cause a sin offense
Short change my heart for a fashionable home

Praying's the game we play, all do it every day
No point pretending nobody's fool
Staying the same we say, bring on a change our way
Treating the Lord, like a teacher in school

And we check over each shoulder
Making sure that no one knows
As we get down on our knees

And yet the witness inside
Looking out threw our own eyes
Is there really worthy on the trees?

Praying's the game we play, saying's from saves to say
One minute here again, and out of your brain
Playing the praying game, staying away from pain
Keeping out of the rain, praying the game