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    "The Game" Lyrics

    Joey Eppard

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    Way down, way down
    Underneath the garden
    Wrapped up in some plastic
    That's where you'll find the bones
    Of Christopher John Whitner
    He was the first slain by my hand
    He was the bass player in my band
    But I'd had all I could stand
    Of the game

    Well it started with the little things
    He'd make a mess, he'd break his strings
    He'd book us gigs and then forget the days
    On practice days he'd seldom show
    And by the time he did it was time to go
    And in the studio he finally sealed his fate

    I put him way down, way down
    Underneath the garden
    Wrapped up in some plastic
    Yea, that's where you'll find the bones
    Of Christopher John Whitner
    He was the first slain by my hand
    He was the bass player in my band
    But I'd had all I could stand
    Of the game

    Well we played on through the summer's heat
    But Josh could hardly keep the beat
    It seemed as though he'd drifted into space
    Always upstairs drinking forty's
    Or outside chasing shorties
    I finally had to put him in his place

    I put him way down, way down
    Underneath my bedroom
    Walled up in the basement
    Yea, that's where you'll find the bones
    Of little Joshy Eppard
    Not the first slain by my hand
    He was the drummer in my band
    But I'd had all I could stand
    Of the game

    Well I guess that I've gone overboard
    'Cause as I sit and strum these chords
    They sure could use a baseline and a beat
    And now the mirror makes me halt
    I realize its all my fault
    It's time to turn these murderous hands on me

    And I'll be way down, way down
    Underneath my bedroom
    Walled up in the basement
    Yea, that's where you'll find the bones
    Of guys without replacement
    All be the last slain by my hand
    I'm gonna reunite the band
    And we'll be in another land
    All the same
    This song was submitted on October 22nd, 2014 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by K. Carter, Patrick Leonard.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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