Blondie - The Breaks

The games that we play when we're drinking Trophies and rhythms, stars for the higher scores So long, let the cheaters and words that worked before I know you're foolin' but you’re not foolin' anyone Those are the breaks like musical chairs When you're last standing, well fair is fair Those are the breaks, I'll call your bluff Overexposure, enough is enough I don't want a contest, too many pitfalls I don't want your money, stale bread for [?] As darts hit the target see the feathers fly And busted we feelin', piñata surprise You can't play if you're the middle man You can't stay unless you win again Those are the breaks, I'll still pull and try And we'll toast to freedom, here's mud in your eye And those the breaks in love lottery I'll still buy your tickets and then we'll see What will be, will be, will be