Chorus: Insidiously they stand
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In rows of color and light
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Incredibly they demand
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And get our precious quarters
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And all the while, addicting us,
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We hardly even fight
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As they march us to our bankruptcy
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Like lambs unto the slaughter
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It all began with Pong and we should have stopped it then
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These crazy games were never meant for mortal women and men
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The harder that we try and the longer that we play
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The lowe goes the wherewithal to live from day to day
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In every city and town and each suburban mall
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The video game arcade puts out its sweet seductive call
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And all the kids around and droves of adult bands
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Come marching to their pipers call with money in their hands
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It's aliens I'm sure or else a Commie plot
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To clean us out and wear us down and turn our brains to rot
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I fight it more than most 'cause I know I never win
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But that call creeps out to get me and I drop my quarter in
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Words and music: Kathy Mar
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Copyright 1985 Kathy Mar
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Pied Piper
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| Kathy Mar |
