Boys in Their Games - The Vow

Sleep tight, healthy, wealthy, wise.

Uptight, I can’t close my eyes.

A chemical haze, lights in the sky.

Something’s making the rabbits cry.

The ladder to fame, boys in their games.

And I don’t know why, don’t know why.

Payday for the ones who dare —

strange ways of the entrepreneur.

A choke in the smoke, a sting in the eye,

burning the wings of a butterfly,

Fanning the flames, boys in their games.

And I don’t know why, don’t know why.

Nose dive into make believe.

Landslide into victory.

Allaying the fear, trashing the doubt —

the power that blew its own fuses out.

Denying the blame, boys in their games.

And I don’t know why, don’t know why.

Peepshow — anyone you know?

Soho —

there’s the new Bardot.

Pushing the march to make the boys sigh.

An honest mistake for an alibi.

Pantomime dames, boys in their games.

And I don’t know why, don’t know why.

And I don’t know why, don’t know why.

No, no, no I don’t know why, don’t know why.