Broken Brass - PLAY DEAD

I present myself like a champion
I save up before my inheritance
I make sure my ducks' in a row
So I can let my alter ego go
My chick's a solid six
Office pricks are tryna fix her
But Larry and Gary have little dicks
And that's not how I get my kicks, sick

Play dead
Roll over play dead
Nine to five catching up play dead
Play up play the game roll over play dead

I tie my tie tightly 'round my neck
I try muay-thai so no-one can kick my head
I take pride in my cul-de-sac
But don't you let my alter ego know
Sneaking up to this year's festival
Mum can't see me looking this incredible
I shirk away from my squirrel cage
Hey Larry and Gary, leave me alone, let's go

Play dead
Roll over play dead
Nine to five catching up play dead
Play up play the game roll over play dead

Two-faced, that puppet in a suit
You're too exclusive
No-one would ever do you
See right through you
You're not worth my salt to get to screw you
I'm your guru, not you
The suit play dead
Got the same name different game
If you my alter ego tell me why you're feeling shame
So bitch play dead
Roll over play dead
Nine to five catching up play dead
Play up play the game roll over play dead

Play dead
Roll over play dead

Written by:
Isaac McCluskey, Luc Hudepohl

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