Blondie - The Breaks lyrics
Blondie [New York City, U.S.] 🇺🇸
[Blondie - The Breaks lyrics]
Trophies and ribbons
Stars for the higher scores so long
Live 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 left 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 bankrolls
As darts hit the target see the feathers fly
And bursting with 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 gonna 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