Game Over

Palmin’ your joystick
Your eyes are a glaze
Your training begins
You think it’s only, only a phase
Only a phase

But now the game is over
Put your toys away
Simulation over
The war, the war is underway
and it’s here to stay

The time for games is over
Your training now complete
Please choose your weapons
We’ll turn you loose
Loose on the streets

You target for deletion
Those you don’t even know
When they’re through with you
Then it’s your turn, your turn to go
Your turn to go

Words and music by Private Gripweed