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Masters' Game
by Ronnie James Ingals
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Stroll the boardwalk on Venice Beach, desperate people are all in reach
Bring my empty bottles to a jobless man, he's siftin' through our garbage can
Forgotten veterans carry their signs, they're victims of invisible crimes
Helpless creatures line the Promenade, always looking for financial aid
Give a dollar, five or ten, turn around and they're askin' again
But they're not the ones to blame, we're all losers in the masters' game
We're all losers in the masters' game
We're all losers in the masters' game
Drugged up dropouts sleepin' on the grass, they're the politicians' pain-in-the-ass
The uninsured goin' bankrupt, while covered congressmen are so corrupt
Desperate youth try to make a sale, while racist cops throw 'em in the jail
Homeless families stoppin' cars, we toss some change in their jars
Give a dollar, five or ten, turn around and they're askin' again
But they're not the ones to blame, we're all losers in the masters' game
We're all losers in the masters' game
We're all losers in the masters' game
Stroll the boardwalk on Venice Beach, desperate people are all in reach
Bring my empty bottles to a jobless man, he's siftin' through our garbage can
Forgotten veterans carry their signs, they're victims of invisible crimes
Helpless creatures line the Promenade, always looking for financial aid
Give a dollar, five or ten, turn around and they're askin' again
But they're not the ones to blame, we're all losers in the masters' game
We're all losers in the masters' game
We're all losers in the masters' game
Drugged up dropouts sleepin' on the grass, they're the politicians' pain-in-the-ass
The uninsured goin' bankrupt, while covered congressmen are so corrupt
Desperate youth try to make a sale, while racist cops throw 'em in the jail
Homeless families stoppin' cars, we toss some change in their jars
Give a dollar, five or ten, turn around and they're askin' again
But they're not the ones to blame, we're all losers in the masters' game
We're all losers in the masters' game
We're all losers in the masters' game
