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