'Til sins and skins and all these things are paid for
Mine is the kind of face that fists were made for
You point the finger of blame at yourself
For things you could never have hoped to prevent
While I point the finger of blame at myself
And so does everyone else
I know the nature of the game
'Though I was built for comfort
I dig your beautiful velocity
If we could choose love or hate
There's no choice
We won't fight if we can fuck
So we fight
I know the nature of the game
'Though I was built for comfort
I dig your beautiful velocity
All hope is lost:
How else could we ever cope?
All hope is lost:
Such is the nature of hope.
I know the nature of the game
'Though I was built for comfort
I dig your beautiful velocity
So you go fast
And I'll go faster
You and me weren't built for speed
But speed we will.