I Know Howser

The game goes on, even though the scoring's wrong
 The audience watches on, and the clock on the wall is long
 The lead man he goes down, a hush rushes through the crowd
 My good friend turns and says, I hope that we get our bread
 Yeah, I hope that we get our bread
 What a good decision to come, you're finding all your friends at once
 A premonition yet to come, a bullet from a broken gun
 The shame sets in, so deep it will infect the bone
 You dry and shake, set the fire in your home
 The great blaze rages on, the water cools an empty face
 You'll take what I can give you, you'll stay with me in my place
 What a good decision to come, you're finding all your friends at once
 A premonition yet to come, a bullet from a broken gun
 What a good decision to come, you're finding all your friends at once
 A premonition yet to come, a bullet from a broken gun