What's Yer Game, Kid?
A shot rang out before the break of dawn
Life seemed more simple thirteen weeks ago
Students walk from classes like before
Now they're more unsure
What they're worth anymore
She made the fifth side of the newspaper
The second in a week to make the page
She wasn't old enough to drive
Though it seems unfair
The school is hard pressed to care
What's your game kid
Stop fooling around
I won't be here forever
The end of this is near, sugar
What's your game kid
Please quit fooling around
Say your final words to me
A shot rang out after the lunch bells tolled
Among the gurneys in the hospital
His mother watched him take her far away
A brain surgeon put on hold
Because she seemed too old
He made the front page of the newspaper
Go first degree if you want fame
The cops got him in the roundabout
He hung his shoes upside down and got shocked when the luck poured out
What's your game kid
Stop fooling around
I won't be here forever
The end of this is near, sugar
What's your game kid
Please quit fooling around
Say your final words to me
A shock rang out from the halls of hospice care
The gentle giant is gone
Memories scattered to the wind
Give it a week and see who cares
Still sending out their thoughts and prayers
What's your game kid
Stop fooling around
I won't be here forever
The end of this is near, sugar
What's your game kid
Please quit fooling around
Say your final words to me now
Life seemed more simple thirteen weeks ago
Students walk from classes like before
Now they're more unsure
What they're worth anymore
She made the fifth side of the newspaper
The second in a week to make the page
She wasn't old enough to drive
Though it seems unfair
The school is hard pressed to care
What's your game kid
Stop fooling around
I won't be here forever
The end of this is near, sugar
What's your game kid
Please quit fooling around
Say your final words to me
A shot rang out after the lunch bells tolled
Among the gurneys in the hospital
His mother watched him take her far away
A brain surgeon put on hold
Because she seemed too old
He made the front page of the newspaper
Go first degree if you want fame
The cops got him in the roundabout
He hung his shoes upside down and got shocked when the luck poured out
What's your game kid
Stop fooling around
I won't be here forever
The end of this is near, sugar
What's your game kid
Please quit fooling around
Say your final words to me
A shock rang out from the halls of hospice care
The gentle giant is gone
Memories scattered to the wind
Give it a week and see who cares
Still sending out their thoughts and prayers
What's your game kid
Stop fooling around
I won't be here forever
The end of this is near, sugar
What's your game kid
Please quit fooling around
Say your final words to me now
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Writer(s): Benjamin Gwilt
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