Complicated Game
I ask myself should I put my finger to the left, no
I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no
I say it really doesn't matter where I put my finger
Someone else will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated game
A little girl asked me should she part her hair upon the left, no
A little girl asked me should she part her hair upon the right, no
I said it doesn't really matter where you part your hair
Someone else will come along and move it and it's
Always been the same
It's just a complicated game
A little boy asked me should he put his vote upon the left, no
A little boy asked me should he put his vote upon the right, no
I say it really doesn't matter where you put your vote
Someone else will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated game
They wanted tom
They wanted joe
To dress 'em up and stick 'em out on show
They were arrows in a very bad aim
It's just a complicated game
God asked me should he ought to put his world on the left, no
God asked me should he ought to put his world on the right, no
I said god, it really doesn't matter where you put your world
Someone will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated
Game
I ask myself should I put my finger to the right, no
I say it really doesn't matter where I put my finger
Someone else will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated game
A little girl asked me should she part her hair upon the left, no
A little girl asked me should she part her hair upon the right, no
I said it doesn't really matter where you part your hair
Someone else will come along and move it and it's
Always been the same
It's just a complicated game
A little boy asked me should he put his vote upon the left, no
A little boy asked me should he put his vote upon the right, no
I say it really doesn't matter where you put your vote
Someone else will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated game
They wanted tom
They wanted joe
To dress 'em up and stick 'em out on show
They were arrows in a very bad aim
It's just a complicated game
God asked me should he ought to put his world on the left, no
God asked me should he ought to put his world on the right, no
I said god, it really doesn't matter where you put your world
Someone will come along and move it
And it's always been the same
It's just a complicated
Game
Credits
Writer(s): Andy Partridge
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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